Living With A Boy

Rob bought a variety pack of Magic Hat that we put on ice for our party last weekend. I'm not such a fan of most of the beers in there, but I liked one of them; a hefeweizen called Circus Boy.

When I decided today to put the un-chilled leftovers in the fridge, I discovered one Circus Boy left, and it made me happy, which was nice since my day up to that point had been mostly one annoying shitty little thing after the other. The rest of the beers were in multiples of at least two, and were things I don't drink.

Of course, Rob drank it. Out of all the beers in the fridge, he picked the ONE remaining good one, that he never would have drank if I DIDN'T CHILL IT EARLIER TODAY, and sucked it down.

I hate sharing.