Anymore, folks just aren't interested in Mrs. Blackwell and I, our exciting lives and all the neat things we do together. (Who says 9:30 bed times and mall walking can't be exciting??)
|I'm still not sure why we store bricks in the luggage.|
Guys frequently lend a hand to their ladies even when they're not pregnant but, when they are? Forget about it.
|Sure, he's cool for the first couple hours but, when you try to|
go to sleep, the guy won't leave.
So, I've accepted that beer's place in my life is receding. Like so many old friends, the good folks at the Boston Beer Company whom I've come to know and love are slowly fading into the rear view. Sure, we'll still get together occasionally but, our relationship ain't what it used to be.
That said, our relationship was a tad painful and those friends have left me feeling pretty rough at 4:30 in the morning, when all you want to do is sleep but headache and a general sense of physical angst are prevailing.
It's times like those when a 9:30 bed time and stroll around the mall sound pretty appealing.