Well the wine rack is empty [that's not a euphemism, it really is a wine rack] and yet our dinner guests are eerily quiet, I suspect a low level search is underway for the good stuff. Most of them are relatives, on my wifes' side, mine generally don't get day releases. I'm technically the black sheep of the family, having never been to jail [at least involuntarily] or the local loony bin. I've actually been to both, but apparently just visiting doesn't count. Damn, they're getting boisterous again, perhaps the mop bucket wasn't such a good hiding place after all...