Today made the list of worst days of my life. It also made the “Are you F@*king kidding me” list. First a little back story…we keep the wine that we are making in the downstairs bathroom in 6 gallon carboys and we don’t always bottle it when it’s ready. Sometimes we put a siphon in the carboy and tuck the end in the top of the siphon in between times when we are drawing wine out. Also, many of you know of my rooster that had a stroke and after almost a year is walking again, but not well all the time. This morning Tim went down to the basement refrigerator to get a new bottle of coffee creamer and realized the basement had flooded. Except it didn’t smell like water, it was wine and then he noticed it was dripping from the ceiling. So he ran upstairs and turned on the bathroom light and finds the rooster passed out on the floor. So here’s what happened…After we went to bed, the rooster went into the bathroom, pulled the end out of the top of the siphon, siphoned 3 1/2 gallons of wine onto the bathroom floor, since he doesn’t walk well to begin with, he slipped on the wet floor. We don’t know how much of the wine he drank either purposely, or by accident, but Tim found him unconscious in a puddle of wine. We know he was there a while because 3 gallons of it has already dripped through the floor. Tim came and got me and I sat with my drunk rooster for 9 1/2 hours before he regained consciousness (I thought he was dead a few times). Now, his eyes are still glassy and he has this look on his face like, “omg…I can see noise”