Wife and I were sitting on the couch late this afternoon when the doorbell rang. It was Ngnat’s babysitter, a high-schooler from a couple doors down. She was on the way to the pool, and her dad, a homebrewer, had sent her over with a six-pack of his latest.
I let her in, turned to the wife and announced. “Honey, a teenager in a bikini just brought me beer.”
Everyone in the room flushed crimson but me.
It was a good day.