And I, my dear Zin, am imagining myself and my lovely family greeting you at DFW Airport, escorting you to the limo and bringing you home for a wonderful seven course meal cooked and served by anyone but me, with several excellent bottles of your favorite Zinfandel, which we'll allow the boys to sample, and then sitting around our beautiful tree, its needles miraculously restored, opening gifts. Listen! You can hear my cries of appreciation as I open my beautiful diamond, although it appears I will have to wear it in my navel as it is unset. Ammo is running for the Elmer's as i type.
And you are exclaiming in grateful tones as you open the gift certificate for the Wine of the Month Club, especially when you realize that it's for a case, not just a bottle, to be delivered, the best from every country around the world, right to your door on the first of every month.
And now we escort you back to the Hyatt where-surprise!-my extraordinarily beautiful cousin, Raquel, who is recently divorced and very lonely-happens to be staying also! We leave you two in your luxurious suite, with the first case of wine, chatting merrily.
But, dear heart, I can do nothing about SFAM, even with my overactive and prodigious imagination. |
