She came home just as I was finishing mowing the front. She had bought me not one, but two kinds of beer. The was a dozen Two Rivers Red and a dozen Sleeman's Honey Brown. I eyed the case of Two Rivers and imagined how nice it would be to have an ice cold beer while sitting in the shade before I resumed my mowing. It was like a dream.
I took the beer into the office and placed them lovingly into the beer fridge. Then I closed the fridge door. "Aren't you going to have one?" She asked. I just looked at her. Then I pointed at the calendar. "Oh yeah," she said.
Thing is that I can't have a beer until Wednesday afternoon because I'm going in for tests Wednesday morning and can't have anything that might affect my blood. I can't even have an aspirin.
This takes all of the fun out of mowing.