BEER

Some love, others loathe. Until quite recently, I was in the camp of the latter and not the former. One would think that a good Canadian girl would be at one with what is pretty much our National beverage. It never appealed, that is until quite recently.

Current crackpot thinking is that the irradiation and death of my thyroid last year has somehow changed the chemistry of my taste buds. This isn't to say that I'm down with the stinky cheese, but I do enjoy a nice cold pale ale. Or two.

Otherwise, can't stop singing "Peanut Butter Jelly Time."

11/21/2006

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