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When we lived in Daytona, I spent some time working at a funeral home. At night. It didn't make sense, but every time I turned off the road into the cemetery, I turned the radio down. (Weird, huh?)

Anyhow, Duller and I had bought a bottle of champagne to celebrate an anniversary. Now THAT was weird, coz i hate the stuff and knew I'd only take one obligatory sip. So there we were with a practically full bottle of perfectly good (that's a matter of opinion) bottle of bubbly. One of the women I worked with was having marital problems, so I thought I'd give it to her and she and her dh could have a nice romantic evening. On the way to work, I was holding the bottle, kinda resting in my lap, to make sure it didn't fall over and spill. (Hey, it could happen). Do you know what happens to champagne when it gets warm? There I was, cruising down the busiest road in the area, singing along with Twila or Smitty or whoever, when... POW!!!!!! Thank goodness the windows were down! That cork (and my heart!) went flying right out the window and the champagne did a magnificent Vesuvius impression! YIKES! I instinctively thrust my hand out the window, then thought better of it. What if a cop saw me driving down the road with an obviously open container, spewing all over the public thoroughfare? I jerked it back in and rushed as quickly as legally possible to the cemetery. By then, the headliner and I were pretty nicely soaked. (Imagine showing up at your job reeking of alcohol. LOL!)

It was all good, coz Duller had to drive the car the rest of the week. He just kept praying he wouldn't get stopped for anything, coz it smelled like a brewery for a long, long time. Just another day with the 'M'. 8-]