My Valentine

So this post doesn’t have a story or a moral or even a feel-good ending. This is just me bragging about the Valentine’s gift that I received from D$. As you can see from the picture, it is a whiskey (or scotch, in my case) decanter with two highball glasses. They are personalized especially for me! This package of awesomeness came in a square wooden crate along with a small crowbar. Yep, I had to pry open the crate before I could get inside. There are, of course, instructions on how to open the crate, but I immediately ignored them. Grabbing a hammer and the crow bar, I went to work on this box and after about 15 minutes, I got it open. The gift set came with 3 different types of nuts, the decanter, the glasses and two ice trays that make huge ice balls! Of course, only a Philistine would put ice in a good Scotch, but still, I use the ice balls for my rum and Coke. The gift also comes with a book for recording and rating 33 different types of whiskey. 33?! Challenge accepted. Out of sheer curiosity, I did peek at the instructions for opening the crate after I had it opened. It sent me to a website with the instructions posted there. It starts off with a profuse apology that the instructions we not included in the crate then proceeded to inform how one must open the box: TRY HARDER! Ladies, if you read this then get your man a Man Crate! I am thinking about getting the Zombie Survival crate for my 15 year old. Who doesn’t need to be able to survive a zombie apocalypse? Just so you know, the decanter is filled with 18 year old Glen Morangie.