Life is a Cabernet, Old Chum

Me: What do you want for dinner?

Son #2: Can we have tacos in a can?

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Son #1: Give me the remote. You don't even know what you're doing.

Son #2: Don't incomplement me.

Son #1: Dude, the word is insult -- not incomplement.

Son #2: See? There you go again. Mom! He's incomplemating me all the time.

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And now, in the midst of the end-of-break mayhem, the hubby is leaving to play in his jazz band at the Little Cafe as I host a sleepover with a couple of Son #1's little friends who are already glued to the Xbox, hyperactive and picking on Son #2 who keeps screaming/whining, "Stop killing me."

Hello wine glass. Whatcha knowin'? I've come to get this vintage flowin' Ain't ya got downtime for me? Do do do do, feelin' groovy.