Without being too graphic (although if you have children, you'll get my meaning easily), let's just say that when certain areas of our children's anatomies have reacted negatively to a virus or tummy issues over the years, the guy is a big CHICKEN. This is especially true when the Winey Children got sick in the middle of the night. ("Um, I'll go start the washing machine, you take over up here.") Or when the diaper was...OK, you get the idea, right? Oh wait, let me just add that he tends to get sympathetically barfy, no matter which end of the child was affected. Not a big help there.
Typical puppy that she is, Rory was a little upset the first few nights home. She cried when we tucked her into her crate at bedtime. I guess it got to be a bit too much for the Hubby on her second night here, so he got up, took Rory and went to sleep in the guest bedroom with her. And Rory did appreciate it..she calmed down and slept peacefully. At least until....hold on, let me give you some background here: I wake up early to get the Winey Daughter off to school. It is a full 2 hours before the Winey Hubby usually rouses himself to get ready for the day. On this day, though, shortly after I got up, the Hubby brought Rory downstairs, mumbled something about her needing to go out, and went back upstairs. No biggie. I took the doggies out, romped with them a bit, got the girl off to school and then went upstairs to get ready to go walking with my girlfriend. That was when I noticed that there was an odd....odor...coming from the guest room. And lo and behold, guess what Rory had done ON THE QUILT sometime early in the morning (Both. Okay, there I told you). But...did the Winey Hubby clean it up, or even WARN me that there was a smelly little problem? Nope. He just brought the dog down and trotted off to our bed without even warning me that the queen sized quilt was going to need fumigating. This resulted in his being called an insulting name and being hit with a pillow while he still slept. Before leaving for my walk, I left him this note: "Husbands who leave dog presents for their wives to discover at some later point owe said wife some really good wine, as well as the choice of movie viewing for that evening." I thought that was fair. Very fair. Cause I really didn't smack him with the pillow all THAT hard.
So Winey Hubby dutifully (he's not dummy, after all) made his way to Trader Joe's before he headed home. And being the frugal kind of guy that he is, he decided to buy two bottles of wine, because they were so cheap! So home came a bottle of Blue Fin Petite Sirah (2011, 12.5%, Napa) and a bottle of Blue Fin Chardonnay (2010, 12.5%, Napa). Each bottle was $4.99.
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