We don’t hunt the obits for opportunities, but this sure perfect timing: we’re looking to expand our cellar. Anyone have half a mil we can borrow?
“Birthdays was the worst days. Now we drink Champagne when we thirs-tay.”
We’re not the only ones who found that the truth is inside.
Rosés are red…err, pink. Waxing poetic.
The answer is easy: She likes it when I pull it out. Of the cellar.