Does it make me a fool that I wash, exfoliate, moisturize, tan (from a bottle), apply smashbox primer and then meticulously paint on a face full of make up and highlighter when all I'm going to do is pick grapes?

Please don't answer as my feelings are easily hurt, and I believe that I already know the answer.

Though the garden has come to an end, there are now the joys of late summer.  In Georgia that means muscadines and scuppernogs.  The vines are terribly overgrown, but produced a ton this year.  I've already got about 5 gallons of these grapes to put up, and didn't even make a dent in what was there.

I'm planning on making jelly or attempting to make wine.  The wine thing maybe too time consuming though, and I am more of an instant gratification kind of girl...