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The Packing Continues

So, DrummerWife and I were going through our kitchen last night, packing up non-essentials and the like. We got to our meager wine rack/liquor "stand." I'm not a big drinker - I enjoy a beer or two, I'll have a stiffer drink occasionally, but I wouldn't call myself even an amateur drinker. DrummerWife is pregnant, as we all know, so it's not like she's partaking any time soon. As such, we had 2 bottles of champagne (1 a wedding gift we never got around to imbibing, the other a leftover from a New Year's party, 2 Jan. 1st's ago, I think), 2 bottles of wine, a half bottle of this orange-flavored Smirnoff, and a half bottle of this evil Outer Banks vodka we bought on vacation last September that were just going to sit there.

Knowing that we couldn't transport the vodkas and likely not pass them off on anyone else, we poured them down the drain. The one wine bottle was chilled (like, for the last 6 months >_>), so that got opened and drained, as well. We kept the champagne, wrapped it up and put it away. That left 1 wine bottle. Which DrummerWife took over to our neighbors, who are new parents. Then she stayed over there for about 15-20 minutes.

The funny thing about last night is, in the time she was over at the neighbors chatting, I got more done - and more packed - than in the 40 minutes she was in the kitchen helping me.

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Anonymous said…
If you are so efficient you can just keep right on going dear - I will gladly just supervise. :) Remember, while I was there we were also doing glasses and things that HAD to be wrapped carefully.

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