Major thunderstorms. It's a fencing night and UO has offered to take The Littlelest Offering with him to a bike clinic, but that would leave Offering Boy enduring the Tornados of Doom all by himself, and he'd be cranky. So here I am with a decent Bordeaux and exotic cherry tomatoes for dinner. Dally, the Family Dog Emeritus and Kate, our Family Dog Adjunct, lie quietly in their separate hidey-holes. Dally hides behind the recliner in the rec room or under UO's desk; Kate, at the behest of her adoring public, reclineson a soft fuzzy blankie in her kennel. We love her, but we can only sustain so much puppy teeth love.
I completely agree with UO about Atrios' post on the passing of Falwell. And Atrios is exactly right: imagine Jerry's surprise at the folks around him in Heaven. The perfect revenge comeuppance.
The Bordeaux is soft, fruity, notes of currant and strawberries, well-balanced tannins and a smooth finish. Also under $10. It's French, a 60/40 Cabernet/Merlot split and it's got other blends/varietals/whatevers-but-not-imitators out there, so take a look.
I needs must go help TLO pick out a pretty dress for tomorrow. Good night and don't forget to floss.