I lied within the first 2 minutes of meeting my now husband.


What did I tell him?

A lie about my age? Nope.


Sexual background? Nope.

Job? Nope.

I lied about beer.


I told him: "I LOVE IPAS!!!!!

Why? Cuz they were the first thing on the beer list.


I fucking hate IPAs!!! All hoppy and shit! If I wanted hops so badly, I'd be a rabbit.

And now, 3 years later, here I am, again going to an IPA fest.

Sigh. Drink some wine for me.