It’s 97 degrees at Rend Lake in southern Illinois, and I’m looking for a cup of coffee. Because I’m an idiot.
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Here; in lieu of blog entries of substance: have a flower.
This beer guy has become more and more reluctant to climb stairs. I really feel that accepting a job as uppe deck beer guy implies that one must climb stairs. He gets no tips. Also, go White Sox!
I love my cute new shoes!
