Paul Manafort Faces 305 Years In Federal Prison

Incredible. Anyway, today I went shopping for honey. Local, mind you. You see, I’ve read that local honey can really help with seasonable allergies and with pollen szn set to begin, I hit up my local bee guy. I got one jar. The size? 8 oz. The cost? 13 dollars. MY GOODNESS! Now I know what you’re thinkin. “Hey Chaps, why not buy more honey? You love the stuff and it never goes bad.” Trust me. If I could have, I would have built a Manafort around my entire house with honey. Gotta be wise in these trying economic times.

I wasn’t ready to spend that kinda dough on some honey, but honey, it’s delicious and I didn’t wanna skimp. After I paid the man, I jumped in my truck, headed home, and cooked up some biscuits. The honey still had chunks of the comb in there. That’s how you know it’s good.

After the oven did its work (talkin cookin the biscuits), I cracked open a biscuit, spread a generous lump on both sides, and enjoyed my snack with a tall, cold-brewed coffee. The sweetness from the biscuits and honey allowed me to enjoy the full flavor of the coffee without the aid of additional creamer or sweetener. What a day. Certainly a better day than Paul Manafort. Yikes.