OK, so our keg ran out.
That is just such a fucking bummer, I cannot even tell you.
It’s not the end of the world, because Mark bought a case of beer.
Yes, at Costco . . . mock all you like.
I like IPAs. The hoppier the better, and so I look …Breakfast beer
I have mentioned before that Maj was a late talker.
She entered speech therapy when she was about two and half years old, and at the time she entered speech therapy? She was not talking at all. She had only a very few words, and she used none of them reliably. Not even “Mama.”
Kallan is like a tour guide, and she ushers three little girls from our neighborhood into the room where I am sitting.
“And here,” she says authoritatively, “is the winner of the contest.”
That sounds good, right?
But wait! As they say in those infomercials . . . There’s more!
“Yes, take a look,” …I am ass-tonishing