Yeah. Really. Also, I didn't mention this before, but I should give my wonderful readers a bit of background on my living situation. I currently live in a duplex in Collegetown, USA® with two couples. JJ and Riven are the greatest lesbian couple I've ever met. They're awesome. I've known JJ since grade school, and met Riven about a year before she started dating JJ. They're engaged. It's so adorable that it would make a 12 year old girl obsessed with Joe Jonas and sequins puke.
The other couple is Sweetheart and Jackass. I haven't known them long, but they're pretty awesome too. Sweetheart is, well, a sweetheart. She's the one who makes sure we all get along and play nice, though I've heard she hits pretty hard when playing punch buggy. Jackass, her fiance, DOES hit pretty hard when playing punch buggy. I have bruises. But he's ok too. He's totally like a brother to me. And the dog, who I'm going to call The Great White Dumbass. She's a giant furball of awesomely stupid.
Anyway, I digress. I said in an earlier post that we were getting fish. What I didn't mention is that since the fishtank stand has shelves, we're going to start using it as a liquor cabinet. This is because JJ, in addition to being the resident poet, brews. Yeah, really. And this is definitely not your granddaddy's moonshine type brewing. In the past month, I've been exposed to Rose Mead, Maple Mead, Coffee Beer (???), and I'm soon to be the tester for the Cherry Mead she's got sitting on the kitchen counter. I'm sure that if this keeps up, I'll start not being able to walk in a straight line on a regular basis. At any rate, the Cherry Mead is taking up ALL the kitchen counter space, so naturally, where are we going to put the finished bottles but the fishtank!
No one should ever accuse this household of being normal, but no one ever said that's a bad thing either. At least not until I try to drink the TetraFin, or we find the catfish dead drunk. Until later.
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