Ice Wine

He was telling me how Ice Wine was made. Something about harvesting the fruits in cold winter and that only 20% of those fruits that survive the harsh winter are made into wine. While he was telling me his story, in my own world I thought (and subsequently told him) :-

I said : If I were those plants, I would rather be those in the 80% than those 20% that ends up being made into Ice Wine. Either way, I'll die. Why not naturally and in my own way? I don't want to die a cruel death.

Tone Your Muscle!

When I gave him a poke on his chest today, he strugged and gave me a painful look.
I smiled and said : You should exercise and firm up your muscle more. In that way, you won't feel the pain!