Does anyone else worry that your kids will smell a slightly berried, very spicy, four-year-old vintage Syrah and say, “Why does this make me happy? It makes me think of the only times Mom was nice to me…”
Does anyone else worry that your kids will smell a slightly berried, very spicy, four-year-old vintage Syrah and say, “Why does this make me happy? It makes me think of the only times Mom was nice to me…”
Yes. Only I think of it when she watches me open a can of coke…
Ouch! This post hits WAY too close to home for my comfort. My kids call it “Mommy Juice.”
You need hugs and a weekend off. And like everything she says, I’ll second ck, only I drink Pepsi.
this is too funny.