Text message convo between me and Kristina:
In other news, I tried that chocolate stout that I got for a wink and a smile at Trader Joe’s last Saturday. It tasted like pure evil. Seriously, it was Satan’s go-to beer of choice.
Although I did get tipsy on just a few gulps (disclosure: I didn’t have dinner because I had a big lunch and wasn’t hungry), so I’m debating on drinking it a little more. After awhile I won’t taste it, right?
Update: Nope. Can’t do it. Making chili with it this weekend.