OK. It's not quite 11 o'clock and I'm drinking a beer. Why, you might ask [View all]

My family is coming by to celebrate my 'Birthday Eve'. I was trying to open a case of Labatt's to get it chilling but I'm not strong enough to open it where it's perforated. SO, I grabbed a knife to carefully cut the perforated line. Why not scissors? Because I just found out there will be a 'surprise' guest at the gathering. I have NO clue who, and as someone with anxiety, that's a tricky thing. So you probably guessed what happened. The knife slipped and speared a can. I put my thumb over the slit, grabbed a glass, and let it FLOW. Not wasting it seems like a good excuse to drink it. Fortunately I developed my taste for beer during my first trip to England so room temp is just fine.

Is this a sign about how the rest of the day will go? Oh well. I made my first appearance during the aftermath of a F5 tornado (I really knew how to make an entrance) so I guess I can handle an early beer and surprise guest.

I seriously have ZERO idea of who this might be.