I am a mark for marketers.
I am a sucker for SWAG.
The other week I went into the LCBO, looking for some Guinness for the half-pint cupcakes and a steak and mushroom stew (recipe to be posted later) when my eyes were spied by another set of eyes.
A poor Little Penguin in bondage.
I've had a thing for the flightless birds since I saw March of the Penguins. And, according to The Fussy Eater, I am part penguin (pronounced peng-oo-in)--when I waddle in the snow in my tangerine coat, my little wings sort of bounce along side of me (I, of course, deny this)...plus...sometimes it's just easier to slide off a chesterfield than to get up and step away (this I don't deny because it simply makes sense).
Anyway...I couldn't just leave the poor little thing in the store...so I bought a bottle...I am my own Penguin Liberation Front. I'd buy them all if I could...and release the little spongy, penguiny dollies into the wild...or at least my kitchen.
Now the thing is, I know absolutely nothing about wine...so I know nothing about this bottle...if it's perfect or plonk...or perfect plonk. The cashier told me that a lot of people purchased a bottle because of the doll...and not to worry it's a very drinkable wine. Yeah, I'll believe her.
I just think the penguin is just so cute.
Before the nonsense: 44 cups; 3 free coffees, 1 free doughnut
Now: 18 cups, 3 free coffees