Needless to say, I was still pissed off at Sister today. So rather than be stuck at home alone with her, I decided to go to the library. I passed Brother on my way out the door and invited him along, and we badmouthed her on the entire ride there.
The other night we were going to the movie, and I gave Milo one of my ginger Altoids (the best flavor they make!) and he tried it and said, “You know what this tastes like? Ginger beer.” I said, “I love ginger beer!” and he said, “Me too—but I’ve never met anyone else who likes it,” and I said, “I’ve never met anyone else who’s had it!” So we were talking about it and how you can’t get it anywhere (it’s an English thing—the only time I ever had it was in England, but I remember it clearly, how good it was) so I’ve had a craving for it since then.
And then I was trying to think where I could get some, when I finally remembered a cafe down the street. They’ve got all kinds of British stuff there! The whole place is British! They have to have it! So I’m going to go sometime in the next few days and see if I can bring a bottle or a can or whatever it might be in home and surprise him. That would be so great.
Ginger beer, for those who don’t know, is like ginger ale, but better. It’s hotter, spicier, and it burns as it’s going down—maybe it doesn’t sound so great to some of you—but…goodness…well, exactly! It’s goodness! Mmm…
So somehow my parents and Sister decided to give Sister’s boyfriend a key to the house. Oh, yeah; I like this idea.