Today, Paul and I adopted Charlie, an adorable 4-year-old from Miniature Schnazuer Rescue of North Texas. So far, Charlie and Murphy have been best of pals, and he is cuddly and affectionate. Charlie's a touch on the chubby side big-boned, but a week or two palling around with The Beast will whip him into shape.
I've felt like celebrating all day, so I thought I would take this occasion to start a series I've been thinking about for a while: festive adult beverages served in mid-century modern glassware.
Today, it reached 101 in Dallas, so I could hardly even muster the will to shake a martini. I simply cracked open a bottle Warsteiner beer and decanted it into one of the Old Morgantown "Crinkle" hollow-stem pilsners I picked from City Square Thrift Shop the other day. What could be more easily refreshing? The entire contents of one bottle didn't quite fill the enormous glass, which was made to accommodate a pint.
I'm sipping my West German brew as I type, and Charlie, asleep on the hall rug, makes little grunting noises. Believe it or not, this makes me happier than finding a pair of Schmoos in a thrift shop. Bliss!