It's Sangria Time!

It's 105 degrees in the shade and I can barely make myself wear clothes, it is so damn hot (but I do — wear the clothes, that is — I'm not into getting arrested).
I've written about "Sassy Sangria" in the past — wherein I extoll all of the virtues of a sangria in the heat of the good ol' summertime.
And I've alluded to a "friend" who makes something called "Trailer Trash Sangria" — Diet 7-up mixed with any old red table wine — poured over a large glass of ice. That "friend" was actually yours t...