He is a lush he takes after me
Christopher has this thing he does where he saves the corks from wine bottles, and on every one he writes the date and where we drank it. He then drops the corks into a big decorative bowl and forgets about them.
In case you're new to this blog, we like the wine here at our house, so as you might imagine, it's a pretty big bowl. Most of the corks says 2nd Story, but if you dig through them you'll find many dated 2004 that say Prague or Florence or London or Paris. On some, he lists the occasion: anniversary, celebrating our new home, our wedding, his new job, different publications, birthdays, holidays. In case you're sitting though thinking, in your best girlie internal-thought-voice, Awwwwwwwww! Your husband is so SWEET! please know that A. he is and B. he was doing this cork thing looong before I came along. There are corks in that bowl dated all the way back to high school (and I'm sure some from bottles he drank with other girls, though he'd never admit that, 'cause OF COURSE he wasn't with anyone before me).
(Except for Jessica Biel. He was totally with her. Especially when she was in that movie with the talking jet, they were totally together then).
So what happened yesterday is that Mojo got into the bowl. Which, were we to wildly overthink this, could be looked upon as the dog eating Christopher's past which is all sorts of symbolic, but the fact is we didn't really care because we were too busy laughing. Because one of those corks was stuck on his teeth and he couldn't get it off. So he ran all over the house with cork stuck in his mouth, not unlike a mini-cigar, bucking like a rodeo-bull trying to free up his face. We aren't sure how LONG he was in this predicament. Christopher and I had both left the house around one and didn't return til seven, so it could've been up to six hours.
