I am actually adulting.

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What do you think, fellow humans?!

Video Disclaimer: In case you don’t speak fluent Everlee, she said “Welcome to my new site!”. And yes, she is crossing her eye. She’s a weirdo.

I am winning. I finally swallowed my “don’t be a cheap a**, this is why you work” pill and put on my big girl pants. That’s right, I own this shizz.  WWW.MOMMYVINO.COM is now mine. Allllll mine. Now some nutjob 60-year-old sweaty dude can’t gank my interweb photos and start up his own mommyvino.com (not that my life would even be remotely appealing enough to be bestowed the honor of being stalked. But, ya never know). In the words of my sometimes-philosophical father:

“You innovate. Other people imitate.”

So that’s exactly what I did. I ‘innovated’ my “larger-than-I’d-prefer-but-I-like-wine-too-much” derriere right over to the domain registrar and put a ring on it. Try to copy me now, internet trolls.

Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

It feels almost as good as the first time your butt hits the couch after the kids go to bed. I SAID ALMOST AS GOOD.

It feels almost as good as the first sip of beer on a hot summer day at the child-laden amusement park. I REPEAT… ALMOST.

It feels almost as good as taking your bra off after a long day and letting those lady hangers just bippity-bap around under your giant, momtastic printed tee. YOU’RE RIGHT. IT’S NOWHERE NEAR AS GOOD AS THAT.

But….at least I can say I adult-ed today. I shall now deem today a success and allow myself to not do a damn productive thing for the rest of this fine, summer afternoon (Shandy, anyone?). And you know what makes it even better? I shipped the oldest and loudest love nugget off to Grandma’s for the day so I only have one little infant a**hole to be responsible for. (*ehem* sleepover perhaps, Grandma?)

BOOM. MOMMY VINO TIME.

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::insert virtual fist bump here::

CRUSHED IT.