I’m in the middle of cleaning out the fridge and cleaning up the kitchen, dining room, and family room. I pulled the gewurztraminer out of the fridge and put it on the counter, planning to pour it out. This is the one from New Year’s Eve that we didn’t like. Had an odd finish. Aftertaste. Something. Whatever it was, no one liked it. Anyway, a couple of minutes ago, the bottle was sitting on the stove, and I was in the dining room. I heard a small POP, and then I saw the rubber Rabbit wine stopper (try saying that five times fast) fly through the doorway into the dining room. I assume it heard that I was planning on pouring it out and decided to strike first. I don’t want to find out what its second plan of attack is, so down the sink it goes. For future reference, this was the Fetzer gewurztraminer. I don’t recommend it.
The band is practicing in the basement (so I get to sing along to “Drive” (originally by Incubus) and “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” (Green Day)), and I want to have the island cleared off and the kitchen clean (at least) before they come upstairs, so I gotta go.