"Ah. Time to myself-at last! What a week my friends, what a week. A new canine friend-Horst, threatening notes, a peevish Quigley, a new bouillabaisse. For a retired gentleman I've certainly got my hands full! Much to muse over, much to muse over. Still, at the top of my list-getting to the bottom of this Horst issue. Quigley is faster to point fingers than I, but I must consider Mrs Snodgrass as a prime suspect in the anti-canine campaign. I shall invite her for dinner. I'm simply dying to open this new Woodward Canyon Barbera that's been burning a hole in my wine rack. http://www.woodwardcanyon.com/content.cfm?id=15
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We hope we may at least have the dregs?
ReplyDeleteYou deserve that bottle of wine -- what a week!
ReplyDeleteGosh, we're foodies but not the vino conniseur you are! (and maybe not the spellers, either.) Mommy only buys cheap plonk and expensive rum.
ReplyDeleteShe makes a mean Catnip Mojito!
No friends of mine drink dregs. You are much so humble for an Admiral, Admiral!
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