Lessons Learned: Are You Trying to Tell Me Something?

Our heroine, BitchNichole, has spent the week temporarily stranded in the BVA's due to a Monday blizzard throughout the state of Nebraska. Her poor little SeanEssDog was stranded in the BVA parking lot for the last week until he was freed by our heroine last Friday after thirty minutes of digging in the snow (she has the bruised toes and hip to prove it).
This morning she was awakened by a shouting Rooms who announced that another six inches of white frosting had fallen to the ground while the diva dreamed of all the wonderous places she could take her now free SeanEssDog.
When she finally left her apartment she once again found her beloved vehicle trapped under several inches of the icy blanket.
Our diva instead spent her day reading, writing, and catching up on some blog readin'. She was looking over Mom40's online haven when she realized that she was only pictured once. This did not come as much of a surprise due to the fact that she no longer resides at the homestead. No, she was not surprised at the lack of her face pictured. However, the only picture of the welsh goddess portrayed our diva indulging in the devil's drink. She stared at the picture for a few moments before thinking to herself aloud: "Wait is she calling me an alcoholic?!?"
The diva plotted her sweet revenge on her favorite mother as she went to her kitchen and found the oversized bottle of Woodbridge wine; a favorite of the pretty posse and it's followers.
The only picture of BitchNichole sported on Mom40's blog she appears quite devious as she downs the sin juice.
BitchNichole spots her device of revenge on Mom40 on the kitchen counter.
"This'll teach you to call me an alcoholic Mom40! Oh God this stuff is awful! I'll just save it for the next time I have guests.