Like that extra glass or two too many during the week. Like picking between your teeth with a straightened paper clip. Like that smarmy randomer after aforementioned glass too many. Like the coleslaw technically still in date but the mayo has curdled. But enough about my week, and possible Alanis Morrisette-esque lyric attempts.
Have you seen this impressive looking yoke? The wine contraption, not the woman.
Good news, fellow lushies-It exists!
But then, much like the curdled mayo coleslaw….I figured it might not be worth it. I couldn’t find a price guide apart from one very passionate article mentioning a price scale from $10k to over $100k. Hmm, it sure was impressive looking but how much wine would you be drinking to justify spending thousands on managing and preserving your splishysplashy? It would have to be a household of wine nerds. Ones who don’t use the emptying of bottle as a timer alert for bed time. I’m presuming it’s for those who spend a pretty penny on their booze and savour it for weeks. I wonder what that’s like….
Anywho, it sure is pretty. Along with the fancy plate warming drawer I saw on Come Dine With Me, it’s on the list for the day I have more money than sense.
In the meantime, I’ll keep my box of wine where it belongs; beside me on the couch *kissyfaces*.
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