Feels Good, Man.

So, looks like someone's gonna be a stay at home dad soon. Well, sort of.

Things have been on an upswing lately. UPS has de-stressed a bit, though it's still completely frustrating. Royal, well, it's Royal. My baby (the single craft beers, of which the crafty-est was previously dead guy, or maybe one or two avery beers) has taken on a manifest destinyesque personality. Kickin Hieneken to the curb, hatin on Stella. I've taken over an entire cooler door (which is 50% of our cold singles selection) with beers from Colorado, Oregon, Belgium, Spain, Russia, Germany (brown glass only, pls), New York and California. Feels good to see something you've fostered as your own flourish and take off. I also made room for a bout 30-40 more singles on the shelves. Not bad.

I'm starting to work out and eat better. I let myself slip, hard, over the winter and last fall, and now when I look at myself I'm pretty disgusted. I was SO close to having what I want, and pissed it away with shitty food, too much good beer, and no exercise. Look out. I'mma make all the ladies want to fuck me [/self delusion]. Point is, I'm looking for change. I'm tired of sitting around. I'm tired of never doing anything. I'm tired of looking and feeling like utter trash. So, if you have a vagina, look out, because in the coming months, things are gonna get slick. (really?)

Fran's babyshower was yesterday. Pretty good stuff. Still need to get that shower present over to the Fitzner abode, but I think they will understand.

This week is going to be gorgeous. Wed. is supposed to be 85 and sunny, albeit windy. Who wants to get down on some outsidey stuff? Oh wait, there are MAYBE two people who read this. Offer still stands, though.

Beer of the post: Avery 16th anniversary saison. Jasimine, Honey, Summer.