So like normal I didn't get started until after 1pm because my wife is the great blocker of things I like to do. I was going to get water last night and refill two propane cylinders. Well instead she all of a sudden wanted to go out. So I didn't get to go get water and stuff last night (my tap water blows). I got to do that after she finally left to go to a friends house this morning after 9am then I hit stupid traffic. I bullshitted with some guys at the B&M when I stopped to grab some smokes. I figured my early start was already blown by the wife the night before. I swear the minute she hears I want to brew she does everything in her power to fuck up my brewday. She starts the day before and if she's home she does her best to fuck it up while she's here. If someone's over she attempts to make it a lunch party or some shit. I don't know why she doesn't get it that I just want to sit out side and brew beer, drink beer, and smoke cigars. It has to be the vagina and lack of common sense.
Here's an awesome example of the convoluted way a woman's mind works. She got rid of our dish drying rack that sat next to the sink because "I have a tendency to leave stuff in there". So instead of a rack we have a drying mat now. How the mat is different than the rack I don't know, well other than the physical shape. She'll still leave dishes sit on the mat and I will end up putting them away. Sheesh women, if they didn't fuck there'd be a bounty on their heads.
Rant over!
Here's an awesome example of the convoluted way a woman's mind works. She got rid of our dish drying rack that sat next to the sink because "I have a tendency to leave stuff in there". So instead of a rack we have a drying mat now. How the mat is different than the rack I don't know, well other than the physical shape. She'll still leave dishes sit on the mat and I will end up putting them away. Sheesh women, if they didn't fuck there'd be a bounty on their heads.
Rant over!