In gearing up for the Bataan death march-style endurance test that is a day spent with my entire dysfunctional family on my worst day of the year tomorrow (long story), I stopped by the local liquor store on my way home. I picked up a bottle of vodka (I was out) and a bottle of
Fireball cinnamon whiskey, which I love but haven't had in a while. My cabinet now is fully stocked, although I'm low on rum and tequila, so they will be my next stop.