Inside, a box, miraculously dry:
Inside the box, a beautiful decanter - and just last Sunday I tried whipping out my old, battered decanter at a dinner party only to be embarassed by its, well, general uselessness qua decanter.
Fred and Sophie love the box. I love the decanter. And I love that I'm fortunate enough to have friends like these, kitties like these, a house like this, wine to share with friends, good people to work with and a loving family.
PS. I haven't had anything to drink since Sunday. NB: this may be the first and last unprompted "Gee, life is wonderful" outburst you'll get this year. See you in 2006!
