This is monumental in importance. Remember how I cried bitter tears over the loss of my favorite (in truth, my only) boxed wine? I'm pretty sure I went on and on about it a couple months ago. Well, cry no more, you big baby, because it is back! Melanie called me all in a tizzy to report that she saw stacks and stacks of them at that will-o-wisp, that shady lady, the World Market. It was Sunday and blue laws forbade her from carrying away our beloved at that moment, but she let me know instantly that it was once more available. Those assholes just wanted to repackage it for fall, apparently. Now it has leaves on the box. But we all know--it's what's inside that counts. And the inside is pure love.
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