This is the time of year when the cubical that you work in begins to sound pretty nice to me. My hands are stained in wine and look like they belong to the guy who fetches parts at the junk yard. I have yet to see the short side of midnight this week. I've lost several pounds in the last few days and look like Nicole Ritchie. I've seen Connor and the Poison Rose a total of about 45 minutes since Monday. Mini the pig has been eating fermented grapes everyday and has developed a serious alcohol problem. I'm getting Pinot Gris in today and will again be up after twelve. Tomorrow I crush Pinot Noir, Sunday is our picking party. Monday I crush Riesling, Tuesday it's off to Horse Heaven to pick up Syrah. Wednesday it's back to Horse Heaven for Cabernet Franc. Hopefully Thurday will be nice enough to pick Lemberger. With a little luck I could be once again sitting on my ass by next Friday. If anyone wants to invite me over for dinner I'll bring the wine. Just don't keep asking me to wash my hands, tell me that I look too thin or call animal authorities on me for getting my pig drunk.
Special thanks to my sponsor at Starcork for bringing me a six pack yesterday. It will make a nice breakfast this morning. The next time you're looking for 100,000 corks for your wine production needs, consider Starcork. Starcork, a name you can trust. Starcork, a quality cork for a quality wine. There's a Starcork representative near you. (If anyone else would like to bring me a six pack, I'll be sure to give your product a nice plug also.)
You keep me busy, Husum.
