Kim Jong Il Just Needs A Dress and a Bottle of Chardonnay

My mother was kind enough to cook dinner for my family, a few extra kids and my cousin. Since my cousin works for some arm of the Department of Defense, I asked him if we were going to invade Korea. He glanced at my husband, and then they looked at the ceiling in unison. “Which Korea? North or South?” He asked. “I dunno, either one, are we going to bomb them.” I asked while slurping sipping my wine. “I work with the Department of Defense, we don’t bomb people.” and …