My boyfriend was sort of busy this week and brought me home an apple.
Just kidding! He brought me me a six-pack of (gluten-free) Redbridge Beer, which is great. It reminds me of Rolling Rock, which I loved before I learned to associate it with occasionally having to squat behind a fire hydrant and do an emergency you-know-what in public on my way to work.
“Super refreshment in my mouth NOM NOM NOM” ~ an ad I constructed right now for Redbridge and/or Rolling Rock, whose marketing teams currently rely on an actual red bridge and a severed horse head, respectively.
Conclusion: I hugged my boyfriend real hard and walked to work the next day with dignity.
