Beer 14

In memory of the fallen

And welcome to Beer 14. The sun is breaking over the horizon and flooding my living room with sunlight. It is a winter wonderland outside. Looks nice but it damn frigid. Kinda like my last date. But even colder. It is -11 outside. Today's high is suppose to be 8. Not much of a high if you ask me. I picked a good day to sit inside and drink.

I had awoken in a panic thinking I had not set the alarm and had overslept. Once I got out of bed and noticed that I was 7 minutes early, I felt better. So I went to get the paper. I looked out and saw it on the steps.

^@#@%^&@%!$! paper person!!! It is fuckin' cold out there. They cannot expect me to go out 4 feet to fetch a paper. Damn, I need to find out how the Wisconsin Badger hockey team did. So I open the door and run out in bare feet to grab the paper. Yeah, I could have put shoes on but it was only 4 feet (screw you that noticed I bitched that 4 feet was too far but not it isn't far). I walk out on the porch to get the paper and hear the wood creaking, LOUDLY, under my feet. It was like I was walking on a patch of thin ice. With ever step I took, it sounded like it might give out underneath me.

I grabbed the paper and noticed right away that it was light. Damn. They delivered only the Saturday Wall Street Journal. WTF? Now I have to call them and find out what the hell is going on.

Bastards. I just signed up online and updated my account. So I call and am told that my card was declined. After laughing at them for a small amount of time, I give them the number again and they promise a paper within an hour.

In the meantime, I will read what I need to online. Time to make coffee. Unless freddie is bringing some over. C'mon girl, you can do it!