Category: My Darling B
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Great Taste 2013
Time once again for the Great Taste of the Midwest, the very best beer fest anywhere in the world, as if that has to be said. We’ve been going to the Great Taste every year for seven years now but this time around there were two significantly different changes to the way we attended. The Read.
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dumbshits
We woke last night to the sound of screaming. The weather was so mild that we left all the windows open, so we could clearly hear what sounded like at least two people, maybe three or more screaming their heads off somewhere down the block. B said later she was scared it was some kind Read.
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vanishing act
Not really sure where the weekend went. It was here when I got up this morning, but now I can’t find it no matter how many places I look for it. When I got up this morning, I decided the first thing I was going to do was write a rough draft of an itinerary Read.
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B goes to market
My Darling B at the farmer’s market this morning. Read.
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fender
A fender washer is a circle of steel about the size of a half-dollar with a smallish hole in the middle. I had one in my collection. I needed four, so I pocketed the one as I got ready to jump into the O-mobile to head down the road so I could save big money Read.
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night off
I just wanted to note here that we did not drink beer tonight. Rocks your world, I know, but we needed a night off from Madison Craft Beer Week to recharge our batteries and get ready for the weekend. We’re not spring chickens any more, y’know. My Darling B commanded grilled ham & cheese sandwiches Read.
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Fifteen
B’s been waiting fourteen weeks for this glass of beer. Says it was worth the wait. Read.
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garden vs. big band
I asked My Darling B to go with me to see The Fountain Big Band Sunday night, but the weather was so warm and sunny that, when she went out in the morning to play in her garden, she couldn’t leave it for anything. She had to keep on playing in the dirt, so I Read.
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bed head
Best bed head ever? Read.
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aarp
My Darling B laughed when I got my first offer for a membership card to AARP. “That means you’re officially old,” she said. She wasn’t laughing when she got her first AARP card in the mail last night, though. “Those bastards! I’ve got a whole month left!” was all she could say. Read.
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