After a long day at work and a tedious commute, I helped my wife paint our daughters’ rooms. Pink*.
She likes to paint. I really don’t.
It’s hot, sweaty work. Not to mention my joints don’t appreciate all the bending and kneeling and reaching.
After we were done (for the day, anyway), I sat down to enjoy a well-deserved beer**.
Man, that’s good. That may be the best beer I’ve ever had.
The best beer in the world is the one with which you reward yourself after a lot of hard work.
Update: It was so good, I wrote a haiku about it.
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I have to agree with you there. I think the second best beer is the one you didn’t pay for…
Tonys last blog post..Whats in your cup/Carboy roll call.
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