I have a confession, dear friends and readers: I have not been entirely truthful with you for the past several months. I have been living a blogosphere lie, and I owe it to you to come clean.
I’m sure that most of you have already figured out that I take some liberties with the Haybag’s comments. It’s all in the name of shits and giggles, though, and it’s usually based on something she actually said. For the past several months, however, I have been fabricating her comments almost entirely. I wouldn’t say I have been lying. I think it’s better characterized as being a willing participant in a campaign of misinformation.
See, the Haybag hasn’t really been trying most beers. In fact, I don’t even think she likes beer now…because the Haybag is pregnant. Actually, it’s more appropriate these days to say WE’RE pregnant; but that would be fucked up…physiologically-speaking and because for the past several months I’ve picked up the Haybag’s slack and been drinking for two.
Now, the only thing that remains is an appropriate act of contrition for my misdeeds. So, to make it up to you and in honor of beerbecue’s upcoming first anniversary, I am going to hold a contest. The winner gets to name our kid. I know, I know, you’re probably thinking: How could I let somebody name my kid in a blog contest if they don’t know the gender? It’s cool. We’ll find out this Friday. So you’ll know beforehand.*
Soooo, I’ve fallen a little behind lately, but I’ve got some reviews and other fun stuff in the pipeline. In fact, after a trip to Cleveland this weekend, I hope to be able to report back on Fat Head’s Head Hunter IPA.
*Contest subject to approval by the Haybag. I haven’t asked her yet. You know, it’s always better to ask forgiveness than permission with stuff like this.