Flannery threw down this little gauntlet and I have taken it up. She wants to see how much money we will save if this "luxury" is done away with. I tried to convince her that canceling the cable was the way to go but I may as well have been talking to a brick wall. She wouldn't budge. So I will be passing my time parched while she sits through "Dancing With The Stars".
In some small way I'm looking forward to the experiment, as it will prove a challenge and a test for my flimsy excuse of will-power. The redness in my eyes will clear up. I will want to go to bed early, as there won't be anything better to do. I will start to rise early in the morning and I will catch up on all my chores. In short, I will become healthy, wealthy, and wise.
But I don't want any of those things. I want a cold frothy beer that will comfort me in my daily troubles and will welcome me home like an old friend. I want to listen to the choir of angels sing in every "psttt" of a freshly cracked beer. I want to feel it's cold wet goodness sliding down the back of my throat and the subtle soft sting of it's kiss.
This is going to be hard. I sure hope she is going to be feeling extra randy these next two weeks. I'll be up dating you regularly as to my progress, and if you have any words of encouragement, or suggestions, I'd love to hear them.