The stork will be arriving sometime around Halloween this year as my wife and I add another bambino to our mountain posse. Sour Grapes is already juggling two little girls, car seats, diapers, wipes, snacks, diaper bags, milk cups, automobiles, deliveries, inventory, suppliers, customers, dinners, tastings, parties, ridiculous amounts of travel, etc. I pretty much live in complete disorder, wandering through the morning trying to figure out what the hell happened to my cushy job where i worked 6 hours a week and made money hand over fist. Those days are long, long gone. Now i have to prioritize and things keep getting pushed to the back burner. I am busy enough, what was i thinking? Well, to be honest, my family is my foundation. The most rewarding part of any dude's day is when he gets to come home and hang with his mob. All the other problems evaporate from the day (there's never a shortage of headaches in alcohol distribution) and just for a moment, i can recharge. As another maniacal season of Spring/Summer drinking approaches, i now know that the new little grape will be an awesome reward for surviving a successful 2011. I never needed an incentive to hawk some good juice, but now it is going to be a serious bonfire across the Carolinas. Wakka..