Phoodie Phriday

One more day and here we'll meet: two makers of the merry.
Snugly tucked and seated up where 8th street joins with Berry.
From just inside that sweeping glass we'll look upon the day,
And chuckle that we're here again; once more, we've come this way.

Once settled in, we'll recognize these moments are so few,
And start the clock that keeps the fleeting time we share in view.
Comfort will envelop us as silence falls like snow,
So thus is forged the iron bond that only brothers know.

Suggested pairing: Brooklyn Weiss

Shame'd

Ahhhh.

So... here it is. Finally, the day has come.

The retroactive post.

The date says Sunday. The time says morning. But this isn't Sunday morning, is it? Nooooo. That would be too easy.

No, Pheewrap. It's Monday, and you are late. You are late because friends and family and food and football and baseball and craft beer and getting out and about was more important to you yesterday then owning up to your daily blogging responsibilities. Alright, then.

You get one pass. Everybody gets one pass.

Don't let it happen again.