Last night I cracked open the first of my latest batch, a chocolate peanut butter porter. It's comfortably the best beer I've ever made, and on the heels of two sizable failures. On the heels of these setbacks, this beer tastes even better.
I was busy last week, but yesterday went the last four hours without talking to a customer.
The AL Central is 46 games under .500 just over a quarter of the way into the season.
Does anyone else get inordinately ticked off when their one day off includes at least one obligation?
Harry's, what, like 12th in line? Doesn't matter, Liz is gonna live to be 200.
I've got it narrowed down to one of two British pubs or three of my friends' viewing parties to attend to watch the Royal Wedding. I can't even decide on my outfit so far, so how should I know which party to attend!?
It’s not really 3028.
I forgot to set my alarm. I woke to a bedroom dazzlingly bright with sunshine, sure that it had to be around 9:30 or something. Nope, 6am.
I make this reference every year.
Early this morning, someone turned the lights on in my room. I opened my eyes, but the lights weren't on. Then came the earth shaking crash of thunder setting off car alarms around the neighborhood.