Dying

...for a taste of...

On hot days, I crave one. On boring nights, I want one. I have to admit I have been craving beer for six weeks now. Or more!

I got a whiff Corona a few nights ago and wished I could have just a sip. A tiny little sip. Wouldn't hurt, would it? But no, I won't be satisfied with just a sip. I would need more than a sip. Maybe half a pint? That's still not much. But a sip is not enough.

So, I decided to follow my motherly instincts and refrain myself from having beer until the baby is out.

After all,

I wish I could have some NOW.