The night before the last time we went camping (yes... almost a month ago... remember when I was supposed to write this entry?) I couldn't find my wine.
I like to go wine tasting, and I like to buy wine - MORE than I actually drink wine at home. I can't help it! These friendly Oregon winemakers and their sweet stories... I have to buy it! Anyway, so a couple of years ago I bought a second wine rack because I had too much wine. I used it for a while, and then decided that I didn't need it anymore so I gave it to Goodwill. Then came the Astoria Crab, Seafood, and Wine Festival... then Memorial Day wine tasting - yup, more wine buying. So at home I have my wine rack, plus a box of wine, plus one of those little reusable bags with six slots for wine bottles. That was all sitting next to my wine rack.
Then we got the dogs - the night before they were being delivered (gosh they sound like a UPS package!) Geoff and I were "dogproofing" the house and we moved the box of wine up to the office and the reusable bag... well... somewhere. I THOUGHT we moved it to the office.
So we were packing up to go camping and I was looking for the bag of wine because it had a specific bottle I wanted to take with me. It wasn't in the office... and it wasn't in the dining room, which is the other place I thought we might have put it. I searched the ENTIRE house. I was going crazy... who LOSES wine? That's just weird. It's not like keys or a remote... it's WINE. I searched and searched... then I thought "well gosh... maybe we left it in the camper the last time we went? yeah... that must be it." So I gave up and went to bed.
For a few minutes. Then I realized "NO, it's not in the camper. The last time we went camping was 3 days after we got the dogs and I know I didn't take any wine on that trip. Guess again." So I got out of bed and went downstairs... and on the way down I had an epiphany - the wine was in the closet under the stairs where we keep the Christmas decorations and the vacuum cleaner. I have no idea how I remembered or WHY I thought it was a good idea to put it there in the first place - but I went straight there, and sure enough, there it was. I went back upstairs saying "I FOUND THE WINE!!!!!"
And thus the case of the missing wine was resolved!
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haha! i hate it when that happens. i love that you have a closet under your stairs, though - i've been infatuated with the idea of closets-under-stairs ever since i read the first harry potter book.
that's good that you actually buy wine - we never buy any! perhaps because we forget to drink it when we do have it at home ...
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