Montana is Convenient

As part of celebrating our first Valentine’s Day together, Desiree and I rustled up a bottle of champagne for an after-dinner drink.

“We need to chill this,” I suggested to Desiree as I held up our selected bottle of   champagne in the early afternoon (just before taking a required nap).  I poked my finger at the label.  “Says so right here.”

Desiree gestured toward the refrigerator.

“Nope,” I said.  “Sometimes, Montana is convenient.  This baby is going outside in a snowbank.”

After making this proclamation, I marched out and jammed the bottle into a bank that developed off the end of my back deck.

Our Champagne Chilling in a Snowbank

—Mitchell Hegman