So you did it. You closed on the house. The big one one with the marble floor that makes you nervous in socks.
The realtor shook your hand too long. The paperwork made your wrist hurt. Now you’re savoring the moment, no furniture, no art on the walls, just you and a wine refrigerator that came with the deed.
Open it. There, on the middle shelf, next to a bottle of sparkling water you didn’t buy: a bottle of Larkmead Firebelle. Pull it out. Don’t overthink it…