...I decided to start a blog. And then I never wrote in it. So here we are, nearly two years later, and I am finally making myself accountable (well, my darling fiance has reminded me that I wanted to start a blog, because, come on, I went to five years of school for journalism for something, right? And I made him purchase a domain name and then keep paying for it for something, right?) and putting pen to paper. Fingers to keys, that is. In any case, I'm here, we're here, and I am accountable now.
It's been almost three years since the darling fiance (Chris, that's his name -- good; now I don't have to keep writing "darling fiance") and I bought our first house and promptly filled it with beer and wine. And cats. Well, just the two cats -- but a LOT of beer and wine. I had the idea that I'd be a star beer writer, so I took some tasting classes and spent a lot of money going to tap houses and microbreweries, and I learned something: while I actually am pretty damn good at this beer thing, my terrible allergies prevent me from fully tasting beer's notes and nuances. So that was out. And the blog sort of...died.
The interim hasn't been entirely without enlightenment, however. I know now that 60-year-old plaster walls need special hooks, cats will rip up ANY surface they get their godless claws on, cable TV is not all that necessary, and a glass of wine or a pint of beer after dinner is just as satisfying as working out. Most of the time.
So while I might not be able to fully realize my dreams of becoming Detroit's next greatest beer columnist, I can still regale the interwebs with my own versions of life lessons. I mean, seriously, don't I sound trustworthy?
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