Post #260522 by McTiki on Fri, Oct 13, 2006 6:34 AM

I am ashamed when the postman walks up to the house with boxes small enough for a mug.

My fiance doesn't say a word. She just takes them outside and puts them gently on the bar.

Later on at the bar, I am all giddy like 4 yr old in the toy aisle!

The shame obviously doesn't last long.

I have most of the holy grails out there. I am waiting to display those in a secured glass cabinet.

Mahalo

McTiki