Dinner.

Yum. Marinated chicken breast, salad (mostly from my dad's garden), yummy sourdough bread, and of course a glass of Pinot Noir.

Later after dinner my father and Dominic were playing tennis IN THE HOUSE, and a good swing ended with my wine all over the tablecloth.

I was in the kitchen at the time and when I heard the telltale sounds of an indoor ballgame gone wrong and called out, "What happened?" my father replied without missing a beat, "You didn't finish your wine."

Right, of course. It was not the fact that they were playing ball in the house, it was my fault for not finishing my wine. Makes perfect sense to me!


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