Beer on the Cat

Soooo, in all my tryings I still managed to fall asleep mid afternoon yesterday. I've discovered that naps are just no good for me. They give me a giant headache that slowly gets worse instead of go away. I had a massive headache all night. Trying to concentrate simultaneously on a small cross stitch project and the TV probably didn't help either. But I should be getting my glasses back today/tomorrow so that's going to help a lot.

What's this got to do with beer you say? Well, since you can't buy cold beer in this county in Mississippi, Lafayette (not - law-fi-ett like most of us say no no no lu-faye-ette emphasis on FAYE like a middle name. Ridiculous). Back to my story. Since you can't buy cold beer I put mine in the freezer to get cold and oh forgot about it. In my mind, I'm thinking "alcohol doesn't freeze". Alcohol doesn't, but beer does indeed. Yesterday I figured this out. So, I took it out of the freezer, and thought it had defrosted in my fridge. Again, wrong city. It was still partially frozen and had all the pressure still built up. So guess who got sprayed with such things when I opened it? Yep, Bruce and I both. Fun times. It was too funny to get mad.

Andddd hooray for getting stood up at 8am again. Hey, don't sign up for an 8 am time if you can't show up. Sheesh.