I am drinking on my front porch in a storm. There are these adorable birds hanging out with me to avoid the rain — I think they're finches. It's weirdly homey. Mr. MacNasty is inside watching old Sopranos (he never saw it the first time around) and keeps popping his head out to make sure I have not been electrocuted.
God, I fucking love Spring/Summer.
Also, can we talk about drinking? I'm having Yuengling out of a CAN. A CAN! I have never done this. I know — file under #middleclassexcitement
But there have been a ... few cans. And they're kinda great.