So me and the wife go up to the store to get beer. When we get home there's a box on the doorstep that had come in the mail. It being another thunderstorm-ridden afternoon, the return address label had got wet and the sender's name had gotten smudged beyond all recognition. I take the box inside and start to open it. The wife asks who it's from. I say "I don't know." She says in pseudo-seriousness "What if it's a bomb? Go open it outside!"
Well, I did ('cuz Lord knows I've pissed plenty off over the years and you never know
...). It was indeed a bomb, but one of the nice kind, from our good friend Armin (kola). He included a nice note that read in part: "You were the first to welcome me to Cigar Geeks, and took the time out to make me feel welcome with your PMs. I really appreciated that. I also get a kick out of your posts...you're a hoot!"
Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I love you, man!
