It is hardly a secret that Natalie and I drink beer. We travel for it. We cook with it. We brew it home. I have a spreadsheet listing my beer conquests. A week does not go by when we are not thinking about beer and all the possibilities that it brings.
Imagine my surprise when I got home from work one night. A bottle cap was on the counter. I didn't leave it there from the night before. The bottle opener was not hanging on the cupboard where we always put it. Something was certainly amiss.
A short walk in to the family room and what do I see......
Apparently, Quill likes beer, too. But mysteries remain....
...how did he open the bottle without opposable thumbs?
...how did he carry the bottle without spilling any?
...how long has this been going on?
I'll try and keep you posted.