Sometimes it just get's to you, and that is why I've resorted to blogging out my frustrations of being a brewers wife.... It's not just what you think it is, sure festivals and beer events are fun and filled with a great many drunk people but honestly how many times do you want to wake up covered in shitty pretzel pieces trying to piece together who stole your tap handles and who crashed out in your room that night.Today it's my vanilla extract... it's gone, why does everything in your kitchen come out smelling like almonds, no it's not because I'm Scandinavian and grew up in "Alaska's Little Norway" it's because I can't keep it in the house... never-mind that it's a relatively new 32oz bottle I imported off the graciousness of friends and family who visit Mexico more often than I do... as you wouldn't dare catch me buying that cheap ass swill in the grocery store, not even for a batch of desperately needed school cookies...
I swear, the three P's are part of a brewers creed....
