Stop in for a drink.

So wife and I just got off phone with Zman wife, as he is feeling puny. So anyway she strolls back in room rocking a nice glass of red wine. I ask WTF where’s mine? She replies I killed it, I retort man o man, one way like a street. I add, I remember when we used to be buddies (we have 10 grandkids)! She looks me dead in the eye and says yeah but that was before they only put three glasses in a bottle.