This week I got an easy letter: B for beer. When I put gluten on the list I didn't exactly make the whole wheat-beer connection, hence the overlap, but because of it I can proudly say that I haven't cracked open a cold one since January 27th, the Friday before I picked gluten. Man, that makes it sound like I'm a recovering alcoholic. Beer used to really gross me out but by the time sophomore year in college had its way with me I was a die-hard fan. It seems like just yesterday that Liz and I were sneaking cases of beer through the windows of my dorm room... ah, good times. I miss college. Much less the party animal that I once was, I think I'll survive without my beloved beer. I'm starting to dabble in the finest of cheap red wines and it's working out really well. Plus I feel a lot more grown up and it gives me an excuse to use our fancy wedding wine glasses.
Well, I'm off to go visit with Carl who just got back from a man weekend of sorts. Me and the dogs were left to hold it down during the never-ending storm yesterday (meaning that I was super unproductive). Check out our flooded "backyard" area:
|Not sure if the picture quite does it justice. It looks like a big lake back there!|