I so very rarely get to use my young hooligan pic

I'm thinking that I might go to the Plough & Stars tomorrow morning to catch hot England on Paraguay World Cup action. Game time is at 9AM, and yes, I will be indulging in a pint before noon. I may even buy you one.

Failing that, I've got a metric buttload of rhubarb and was thinking that on Sunday I'd either make rhubarb pie or rhubarb crisp for y'all. Following this ritual initiation into the mysteries of the coming summer, and since ALL of the house carboys are empty, I've decided that it's time to brew. Heck, if we've got enough rhubarb left, I'll start wine on top of whatever beer we make.

I know some of you think I'm far too domestic for my own good. So be it. Today, this captured precisely what goes through my head when I'm in it...