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They say opposites attract and they are right.
Take tonight, for example. And why are we taking tonight as an example, you ask? Because it's Friday night and I am blogging. Friday night after Thanksgiving and I had the day off and I'm drinking a beer and I'm blogging.
That is sad.
That is marriage.
That is marriage to my opposite.
I'm going to take a moment here in an ode to Black Butte Porter. I love most porters. They are dark and delicious and chocolate-y and oh so good. But Black Butte has a special place in my heart and home. It's local and it's strong and it's malty and it kicks ass.
Back to my evening which has now disintegrated into me pouting in the office while Ben stalks around the kitchen. Back to marrying the person you are attracted to instead of someone who understands you and someone that you understand.
Aeii. I am going to make this one a cliffhanger. I am going to attempt one more time to communicate (and grab myself another porter in the process - hmmm. maybe that's why he's in the kitchen). I am going to leave the blog and enter Real Life.
I'll let you know how it goes.