On Friday, I was lying on my couch icing a pulled psoas muscle and crying when Sam called and said,
"Hey, a poster tube came in the mail for you."
I stopped crying, bolted upright, cried again and said, "there's only one place sending me a poster."
Sure enough, in the tube were the two posters I asked for with note that said, "Thanks for liking our wine!"
Whoa. Jesus. More crying.