Wine-ing on Sunday Night

Sure i had a HARD weekend. Sure i put in the hours today (Sunday). Sure i take the moral high ground like it aint no thang. Sure I've been told, and am aware that I'm part BOSS part BITCH (like some mutant lady dog). My point is that after a few wines on a Sunday the POINT become BLUNT.

 Blunt to the point that, even after a Über size Mexican meal, much triple chock ice cream and a hand full of 20/18 size almonds I still want to venture out for chicken. 

It not me...it's the wine talking.