My nephew Jacob is staying with me this week,
Look. how cute he is.
When he got here last night I gave him a lovely dinner but first I offered him a cocktail.
He didn’t really want anything so I asked if maybe a beer would do it?
I looked in the refrigerator (or icebox as I call it) and took out a nice cold one.
“I’m not sure what brand it is. Will this do?”
He looked at the can and said “That beer has been in your refrigerator for as long as I can remember”.
A little insulted I said “Beer doesn’t have an expiration date”
Examining the back of the can he said (In what I consider a snotty know it all voice) “This one does 2019”.
I remember my sisters and I laughing at all the old things in my mother’s icebox.
I just know she’s up there saying “Not so funny any more is it?”
Now Zen of Debby working on her tan while I lick my wounds.