Hey There, Tall, Dark And Handsome....

Oh my.
You may or may not be able to fathom my delight when I spied this gentleman sitting up high on a shelf at the thrift store:

Hello, there, you handsome devil, you:

Perhaps you and your friend would like to come home with me and live at MY house for, like, EVER?

What's that I hear?
You would, you say?
Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.
(Mr. Vodka is quite damaged, and I had decided that, as much as I wanted the pair, I was actually unwilling to pay the price they had on the messed-up one.  They were priced separately, you see.
The cashier mentioned the other one when I paid, and I explained that it just wasn't worth it to me because of the fact that it had been repaired (honestly, it's worse than what you can see in the photo - much of it in the back).
 Well, guess what?
She ran out the door after me and GAVE me the second one for free!
Are you kidding me?
 I thanked her profusely and remarked,
 "They DID need to be together!"
And home we all came, very happily, together.