Woo! Gwyneth came over to help with an art project (I'm painting the bedroom while Adam's out of town) and I popped a bottle of Gruet demi sec to celebrate. Man, that's a good wine, and now I'm a little loopy and a lot headachey, but no worries.

Gruet's one of those New Mexican success stories: as the legend goes, a French family with a small vineyard in the Champagne region came to the U.S. looking to expand. They discovered that New Mexico was home to the oldest vineyards in the New World and boom! We have this fabulous local winery.

Actually, one of the things we did when we were in Hawaii was look for Gruet whenever we stumbled into a wine shop (which was quite often, considering). Finding a bottle of the brut NV sparkling wine in Kona was a triumph. The guy who ran the shop containing said bottle was befuddled by our enthusiasm, but man. Cheap, great bubbly! You can't beat it. Go find it, drink it and become a believer!

Did I mention I'm totally looped? Because, man.

Adam's in Jacksonville this weekend and I'm pretty much drunk, and I'm watching "Love, Actually" on HBO, which, man. I'm all tearfully happy. It never fails. Colin Firth, Whassername Knightly, Hugh Grant, Emma Thomson sans Kenneth "I do Shakespeare, respect me" Branaugh, the guy who gets laid in Wisconsin, that guy from "Hitchhiker's Guide" and Alan Rickman and I'm completely worthless until it's over, and all I do is think about how sappily happy I am to be married to, well, that guy I'm married to.

Who's in Jacksonville. Sigh.

For now, I've got the cat to keep me company. Oh, did I tell you? She's got a new nemesis in the neighborhood. Another black cat, this one barely post-kittenhood who's hopped the fence and likes to taunt Cat with it's freedom. There's been much growling and tail puffing on Cat's part, but I had to play the heavy and scare off the interloper and now she's not speaking to me (but is reading over my shoulder, because she's as much as a love whore as I am). Silly kitty.

AND DID ANYONE SEE THAT F1 RACE?!

I should sign this off before it becomes completely incomprehensible. This is how I am when I've had far too much to drink. Bubbly to the extreme and talkative to excess. It's very sad. I'll go now. G'dnight.

OH! One last thing! I've added a banner link to the ONE Campaign to end poverty. Click a link, hit the Live 8 concert, sign a letter to President Bush, wear a white rubber bracelet, whatever. Do your part!