I am on vacation and nothing makes happier than relaxing with a cold beer (even if I’m in the coldest place ever.) I mean, even though I know I will wake up and feel kinda crappy, it is still so chill and so calming. I love beer. Like, I love it. I love the way it tastes. I love the way it chills me out. I just love it. I didn’t get the wine gene, at all. I think wine is gross, but beer, aw lovely beer. So this week, as I begin this vacation, and my patience runs thin with my kids and my husband, my saving grace will be there to get me through it.
So thank you cold brew. I do really love you. 