So the maintenance man came to my apartment today to replace the air filter and check the smoke alarms in my apartment. After I let him in I had the "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do, I don't want to stand here and make you uncomfortable" thing, so I scooped up the very curious three-legged wonder and walked away, only to hear,
"Wow,it looks like you're some kind of wine connoisseur!" In my defense (that's the joy of writing your own blog!), some of those bottles were there before "The (Not So) Great (Yet Temporary) Schism"
