Sorry if the picture is too disgusting

Today was a normal day until about noon. I took off for a city named Sioux Falls to bring a girl to the airport. While there, i meandered (sp?) to a small shop that sells brewing equipment...and coffee. After a lengthy conversation with the older woman who runs the place (her mom is Dutch:) and the college girl that helps her, I found myself purchasing a large glass jar called a carboy along with some hopps, malt, crushed malt barley, yeast, and a few other things. Needless to say, my kitchen (and now basement) has been transformed into a very small brewery :) I'm excited because tomorrow i head to Kentucky with Dena which means the fermentation time will pass much more quickly for me. Also this afternoon a piece of wood jumped off of the table saw and hit my dad in the eye...he got 17 stitches and a black eye and he was only mad because this was his first table saw accident in 25 years as a carpenter. He's fine; he didn't even want to leave work or go home for the afternoon after the stitches but his coworkers and pseudo boss made him.
It seems as though excitement (if i don't try to find it) in Sioux County (and maybe everywhere?) sits back forever and then all decides to unload in one afternoon.

If anyone comes to visit i will provide free beer...even if it tastes bad :)

ANdrew