“One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just doesn’t belong…”
This is what I saw when I opened my fridge this morning. The Coors (tap the Rockies!) was given to Dr. B and I from our neighbor, Willy. She brought us an entire platter of lunch the other day after seeing me power wash the house for 2 hours. She demanded the I go inside, take a break and drink these. Okay! Twist my arm.