Dang It!
It's around 11pm and I could just about kill for a beer. A clear wheat beer, a light beer with a touch of Rose's Lime. And I have no beer in the house. In point of fact, I usually don't. And yet right now, nothing in creation would be better than a beer. And I'm not going to gear up to go out and buy any. Don't be absurd. That would mean a trip to 7-11 at this hour.
I don't buy beer at 7-11. Not gonna happen. I'll buy a bag of chips, a flagon of Gatorade, even a half gallon of milk (for which I'll pay just about as much as for a gallon thereof at Costco). But I won't buy beer at 7-11. For myself. If you are visiting and want me to get you beer at 7-11, I will. Because I'm so darn giving.
Since I'm going to need milk, I may see what kind of 24-pak the Co of Cost has to offer tomorrow. Then I'll probably have a six month supply on hand. Unless you come to visit. All bets are off if that happens. And by "you," I don't mean you. I mean you.