I wore flannel jammies to bed last night.
I have a blister from wearing shoes for the past few days instead of going barefoot.
The windows are shut.
My hair smells like bonfire smoke
Team Testosterone has begun harvesting pumpkins.
I've worn long sleeves for 3 days straight.
And socks. SOCKS.
In happy news, I passed a display of this in the grocery store over the weekend:
Sweet holy Moses! A mini keg of ale! A keglet! Proof that God loves us, am I right?
See, you can't buy a case or a 12-pack of good beer around here. You're stuck buying 6-packs or 4-packs of the good stuff. This means I'm always having to lug home good beer (okay, not always having, that makes me sound like I've got a problem...) and when I forget to grab some for myself (which happens quite often, actually), I'm stuck drinking lemonade and wishing I had some ale. Imagine, drawing a fresh pint on demand whenever you wish it.
It's the little things.
Spill it, reader. What nifty little thing have you come across lately?
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