Can I have your package, Daddy?

That wasn't a line I heard on entering the pub last night, but rather one spoken by my first son, as I was crossing the threshold of our home after returning from work.

Said package was in fact a hefty parcel from an obscure distributor on the west coast. We made sure the kids were not in spray-shot and cut the box open... to find one dozen deluxe juice boxes, sent to us by Spilseth LLC, out of Los Angeles. JD was fascinated at this - getting JUICE via mail... very excited he was.

We thoroughly enjoyed the beverage last night, and it went well with leftover venison backstrap for lunch today.

Thank you Mr. Spilseth, for your generous gift of a fine product.