Who Got the Hooch?

Tonight, Amy got home and as soon as she walked in the front door, she yelled at Em and I upstairs that we had a package! Em and I shrieked with glee, as we realized that the package might be from one of our neighbors. You see, the four of us have been loving our new neighbors in recent weeks with cupcakes and muffins. So, you can imagine that it was a big deal for us to get something in return. "It's like secret pals!" squeals Emily.

Amy runs up the stairs and Em and I are jumping up and down at this point. I spy the rumpled bag, and realize the design on the bag looks like a Bill Cosby sweater. The top of the bag had white tissue paper laced with confetti poking out. Amy shoves her arm in the bag, and pulls out a dark green, labeless bottle of white wine. Again, there's no identification for this bottle of wine, no foil cork label, no nothing. On the top of the embedded plastic cork, scrawled in Sharpie, "98."

We all look at each other dumfounded. Amy pulls out the card inside, and we realize its from our neighbor Mr. Ted. We'd dropped off banana crunch muffin's at Mr. Ted's house this past weekend.

Amy: "So, I guess it's from 98."

MA: "It looks like urine. I don't know about this..."

Emily: "It's moonshine! It's hooch!"

MA: "He made it in his basement!"

By this time, we're gasping with laughter at this random gift. It's a nice gesture, but let's be real--it's a mysterious green bottle. No explanation in the card, no "I made it myself," or "I picked it up from a special family vineyard," or "I found it on the side of the road and thought of you."

However, he did kindly write, "To the nice young ladies across the street. Serve cold."