Peanut Butter Cups + Red Wine + Hot Tub = ????

Numerous long years ago, hubby and I ended up in Spokane, Washington, one night with a coworker of ours. It was early winter, November or so, and there was a bit of snow on the ground. It seemed to be a fairly quiet evening at the hotel we were assigned to stay in. We scooted next door and made our obligatory trip up and down the aisles of the Rolling-Back-Prices-Screw-Your-Employees-And-Don't-Provide-Any-Benefits-And-Ask-Them-To-Work-Overtime-Without-Paying-For-It. (Those wretched days are past, with thanks in my heart.) We loaded ourselves down with cheap products from China and tossed in a bag of peanut butter cups also. Somewhere along the line, we absconded with a bottle of wine....red (and this was before I drank the red stuff). Our buddy twisted our arms and made us join him in the hotel's hot tub. It was freezing cold out, severe shrinkage factor involved (as if I can afford that), and the steam was rising in perfect little wisps from the outdoor hot tub. We dropped our jeans and sunk our back ends under the warm water ASAP. Ahh. Now, someone, please....pass me a handful of peanut butter cups (do you know how much happier I'd be if they came in dark chocolate??) and a plastic hotel cup full of vino. There's nothing like it. I think that our undies came off somewhere along the line.