Payback is a B!tch

Not what I was expecting tonight.

Deb took the girls to see the Hannah Montana movie and Christopher and I are at home. I ordered a pizza and went to check on line when it would be delivered. While I had my back turned, Christopher picked up my beer and dropped in on the floor. Luckily it didn't break, but the house smells like beer now.

Why payback? Aparently as a youth I oftend kicked/knocked over my uncle's beer. I had tried to have Meghan and Courtney to do that to John and Pat, but no luck.

Sorry Uncle Otto, Uncle Billy, Uncle Jack, Dad and whomever else I did that to. It's not as funny when it is YOUR BEER.

As I was writing this the pizza came. Cold of course.

But, they Giants WON!