You know how when you plan a vacation for a year, it’s all well and good but the last week before you go is torture?
It’s kind of like that.
I have this bottle of Dom in the pantry. I got it for my wedding in 2001.
I haven’t touched it all these years, not even for any of the following occasions:
- 1st anniversary
- 10th anniversary
- birth of first child
- graduating vet school
- buying house
- selling house
But next Tuesday, I might be opening it. I might be celebrating the culmination of something I have been working on for months now (but really much longer than that); or, if it falls through, I’ll be sadly putting it back into the pantry, lonely and abandoned. But I’m hoping that’s not the case. I hope on Tuesday I’ll be posting a picture of me and the champagne flute and I can tell you about something I’m kind of frothing at the mouth over.
This is going to be a long week.