The demon that whispers in my ear "C'mon, girl. You've worked so hard today, you deserve that delicious bottle of semillon savignon that's chilling in the fridge." The angel sensibly argues with logic "You know white wine gives you a hang over. You never sleep well, and seriously, Catherine, you have so much to do tomorrow, is it REALLY worth it?" Sometimes that battle is a forfeit, I only drink a glass or two. Occasssionaly my practical angel talks some sense into me and I wake, delighted and grateful the next morning, pleased with my adult decision. Mostly, I'm with my party demon "Whoo-hoo!" I sing as I pour myself a generous glass, sit back and sip slowly......