I married Cullen. AFTER living with him for many years-its TRUE! I wrote somthing small about it. I cook. I clean up beer spills. I manage our large anchient bulldog. He named a beer after my butt, and another after what happens to me when I eat chocolate. He named one for my late grandmother, which scored with th' folks, you know. Cullen can be a smooth fellow that way.
I'm way short. I can put away way more food than you'd ever guess, but usually choose not to.
Don't kill me, but I hate hoppy beers. I prefer stouts, porters,well-balanced ales and anything not hoppy. For me, "IPA" means "I Prefer Anything else". I like the sweet girly beers. Heck, give me all your Lindeman's, I don't care.
I lent my beloved smoker to the Falcons for a few years and only worried a little-who ripped the cover, guys??
I have gone back to teaching special ed, which is why my eye twitches like that again.
Cooking, baking, smoking meats and stuff (in a smoker), Bulldogs, more cooking, yearly bungee jumps at the fair, finding a zipline place, digging out cool spots to eat amazing food, finding obscure things Cullen wants and somehow getting them for him.
Cullen's Milk Chocolate Porter, sweet meads and ciders
Someone drink my IPA!