have I gotten away with murder?

When Katie toasted (or roasted?) us, she said it should feel like we've gotten away with murder for marrying each other. I'm not sure murder is the right way to describe it. While on our honeymoon in Napa/Sonoma California, Ben and I figured it out: we feel like we smuggled a case of wine. Maybe we stole it, maybe we snuck it through customs, but either way there is a case of very good wine involved and not murder at all.