Why oh Wine...

I don't want to tell my dad what happened just a few minutes ago, so I am going to apologize to him on this post. He doesn't know about my blog so I know he won't ever read this. My dad who is not a drinker and for a long time did not support that I am, bought me two bottles of my favorite wine and gave them to me this weekend while I was home visiting. The one bottle is a new brand that I discovered recently. It is $25 dollars a bottle which in my opinion is pretty expensive and wouldn't be bought for just the average occasion. The other is my old stand by that I have liked for a long time. It is still delicious but slightly less expensive. Today as I was bringing my belongings up my stairs, I fumbled with my keys and dropped the bag that had a bottle of wine in it. It of course broke open and a nice bottle of wine was wasted in a matter of seconds. I had quite a few bags in my hand so I wasn't sure for a moment which specific bottle it was. I was hoping that it wasn't the most expensive bottle of wine. This wasn't for the selfish reason of wanting to enjoy this particular wine, although that would be best case scenario. The reason of my pure panic is that of guilt. I was brought up to be money conscious and to take care of all of my belongings like they were very expensive even if that was not the case. I feel terrible that I was in such a hurry to get up my stairs (I had to pee), that I did not take much care of the belongings that were in my hand and broke a great bottle of wine. It was the less expensive kind which eases my guilt slightly, but I still feel terrible for the waste. My dad was nice enough to think of me when he was at the store and buy me something he knows I enjoy that he doesn't particularly agree with. It was extra special to me because I did not request this from him and my dad tends to have a bad memory. So he didn't just remember one type of wine that I liked, but two!! Let's just drive the knife a little deeper please! I also know that if I did tell my dad how I accidentally broke the bottle, he would just replace it the next time he saw me. That is just the kind of man he is. This is the main reason I am not telling him because I do not want him to spend more money on me when he already does so much. I plan to cheers to my dad when I do enjoy the wine that survived my clumsiness which at least in my mind will make it taste even sweeter. (Not that it needs much help, this wine is DELICIOUS!) I also plan to send my dad a thank you card tomorrow for all of the nice things he does for me, he deserves at least that.