I knew what I meant...

I don't know whether it was the four glasses of pinot grigio talking, or perhaps the stress of dealing with a screaming preschooler at a dinner party, or the hope that I could, indeed, find additional quantities of alcoholic beverages to consume inside our home, but as I was exiting our car tonight after returning home from a night out with friends, I yanked open the back car door, gestured to the seat belt buckle and grouchily snapped, "Henry, would you please unhinge yourself?!"

Why yes. Please join the rest of us who are unhinged.