Welcome to "The Gods Are Bloated!" It's a tough job being an internationally recognized water taster like me. You try it. Go ahead.
In a span of six hours on Saturday, I tasted almost 80 different waters from all over the globe. Predictably, my nod went to two Bosnian naturally sparkling mineral waters, neither of which are available for purchase by American consumers.
I'm a most very helpful judge. Really.
Okay, so they love me in Bosnia. It's nice to be loved somewhere.
No mother can go away for three nights without coming home to teenaged mischief. As soon as my little economy car puttered out of sight last Thursday evening, my daughter The Heir and one of her subversive friends set out to find a store that would sell them .......
And they found an ample supply.
What sort of punishment is harsh enough for a wayward daughter that uses her mother's absence from home as a reason to search for an obscure, 1960s-era diet soda that tastes ten times better than the municipal water supply of Washington, DC?
THE HOMESICK MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS
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