Tragedy has struck. That’s right tragedy: we’re out of booze.
No, I mean it. There’s none. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not a drop to drink.
Now, ordinarily this would call for an immediate dash to the drive-through liquor store but after ranting about people who don’t plan ahead and therefore use extra gas, I decided we ought to tough this one out. (Not that I think the clerk at the liquor store actually reads blogs… much less reads period). I just don’t want to feel like a hypocrite.
So tonight I’m sticking with TaB soda in a beer mug.
What’s in your glass?
If you ask me, that’s how the Biblical creation story really ought to go. I am, as I’ve mentioned before, addicted to TaB soda. Back when we lived in Hawaii, I had to