Well, well, well. Here we are again. February. I hope your 2018 is going. Mine certainly is. Eventually Michelle and I will send out our save-the-dates and finalize things for our June wedding. But, as it stands, we're nowhere near done with everything that'll take. And we don't have a house yet.
Oh! And the blog turned three two weeks ago last Sunday. In celebration, something's occured. Look up top, at your URL bar. See anything new? No? Maybe? You should--John Likes Beer has its own domain now: johnlikesbeer.com (don't worry, johnlikesbeer.blogspot.com still redirects here). Now, if I could only find some way to monetize this thing, I'd be all set.
Anyway, on the docket today is a beer that I'm starting to believe is probably quintessential for a cold and murky sundown like what Cincinnati's about to experience, a beer that promises to be the next best thing to a campfire. That beer is, of course, Short's' S'more Stout. Try saying that one five times fast.
Oh! And the blog turned three two weeks ago last Sunday. In celebration, something's occured. Look up top, at your URL bar. See anything new? No? Maybe? You should--John Likes Beer has its own domain now: johnlikesbeer.com (don't worry, johnlikesbeer.blogspot.com still redirects here). Now, if I could only find some way to monetize this thing, I'd be all set.
Anyway, on the docket today is a beer that I'm starting to believe is probably quintessential for a cold and murky sundown like what Cincinnati's about to experience, a beer that promises to be the next best thing to a campfire. That beer is, of course, Short's' S'more Stout. Try saying that one five times fast.
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