Well, the boss is coming to dinner and everyone is nervous. Maybe he won’t like the dinner. Maybe he’ll fire Jim because he hates the dinner! Better distract him from the tuna noodle casserole with some fancy schmancy wine. So you’d better become a Wine Expert in a hurry. You’ve got – oh, say five minutes. Luckily you also happen to have a bottle of Virginia Dare wine in the back of the cupboard so you will be all right.And naturally the boss in the cartoon is very, very impressed: “I didn’t know you were a wine expert, Harry!” Indeed. Anyway, here is the giant version so you can follow the exciting (predictable) story of how Harry and Madame Harry – merely by slapping a bottle of Virginia Dare wine on the table -advance Harry’s career. Because so few people (says the boss) know about “gracious living.” And about the “wonderful wines we make in America.” Good thing they didn’t bring out the Beaujolais, right? Hic!…Anyway, this is all one paragraph because my Blogger thing is not indenting for me this morning and I want to post this before I get back to work – a fabulous combo of vacuuming and writing dossiers on my main mystery-novel characters. And thank you again for your comments and I apologize for being such a lousy slacker answering/returning them. I will have to make a New Week’s Resolution on Monday or something (I just discovered my Microsoft Calendar so whom knows, I might even get organized next week!)
Oh, now’s it is indenting. OK, we’ll indent over here. If I do jump over to a new blog I will let you know, but still hanging around here for now. As you see. And now the Microsoft Calendar is calling me to hurry up. Which means, according to the Virginia Dare ad, that I am not a grape. Good to know!