So it's 9:30 on Fri night. I'm home with my beautifully stubborn 2.5 yr old (asleep), while the wife has fun with an old freind in from out of town. I'm 2 homebrews and 1/2 pint of Apfelwine deep, and I'm drunk. I guess this is a good thing, as the body's getting older, but I wouldn't mind being able to have 1 or 2 more before I hit the hay on the weekends.
Ahhh, the good old days.
Ahhh, the good old days.