Mismost
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big weekend planned for landscaping and dirt work...rented the Bobcat, first day got a lot done, all roughed in...i can do that. Had a operator lined up for today to put the finishing touches on it. He called last night and he forgot he had something else to do today. It got pretty heated pretty fast, this had been planned, deposits made, equipment here, and now no finish guy. Ticked off is a mild word. Running a bobcat is kinda fun and I can get by on one....but after you're roughed in.....you can tear up more in ten minutes than you can fix in three days with a shovel. This guy is an artist on a bobcat which is why I wanted HIM.
Oh well, I'll rack and bottle the Smash and boil up the Speckled Heifer...so, I get going on that...guess who got to feeling guilty and shows up right after I've got one beer in the bottling bucket and one almost boiling? What a dog and pony show! running all over the pasture, boiling beer, trying to get beer in bottles, and shooting final grades....got a real strong feeling, none of them are gonna turn out exactly right.
Then a buddy shows up with a bunch of my bottles and he wants some more beer. I spent two hours last night cleaning bottles. I said show me the bottles...nasty, cruddy, crusty mess. Just right place , wrong dang time....I popped a cork! Pitched the bottles back in his truck, told him if he couldn't least bring back CLEANED bottles, I couldn't give him any more beer. I mean it is PRINTED ON MY LABELS.....CLEAN AND RETURN MY DANG BOTTLES....I was thought was pretty easy to understand.
Well, I'm headed back out to the pasture to push up some old burn piles. I am actually looking forward to my real job Monday morning.
BUT...that Smash even warm and flat with ice in the glass...ain't bad at all
Oh well, I'll rack and bottle the Smash and boil up the Speckled Heifer...so, I get going on that...guess who got to feeling guilty and shows up right after I've got one beer in the bottling bucket and one almost boiling? What a dog and pony show! running all over the pasture, boiling beer, trying to get beer in bottles, and shooting final grades....got a real strong feeling, none of them are gonna turn out exactly right.
Then a buddy shows up with a bunch of my bottles and he wants some more beer. I spent two hours last night cleaning bottles. I said show me the bottles...nasty, cruddy, crusty mess. Just right place , wrong dang time....I popped a cork! Pitched the bottles back in his truck, told him if he couldn't least bring back CLEANED bottles, I couldn't give him any more beer. I mean it is PRINTED ON MY LABELS.....CLEAN AND RETURN MY DANG BOTTLES....I was thought was pretty easy to understand.
Well, I'm headed back out to the pasture to push up some old burn piles. I am actually looking forward to my real job Monday morning.
BUT...that Smash even warm and flat with ice in the glass...ain't bad at all