Miller and Anheuser-Busch have designed a limited addition “cammo can” to attract the hunting and fishing demographic.
You can find the full article here.
I can see Ashton Kutcher now: “Dude, where’s my beer?”
I spent quite a bit of time soaking up the sun from Mom’s balcony this evening. It was 80 degrees, but she got just enough breeze off Puget Sound to make it quite comfortable.
This flower was staring at me the whole time – so I took a picture of it.
After class I stopped by Mom’s place and dragged her out for a walk. It’s so nice to live nearby. It’s nice to be able to stop by and say hey let’s take a walk and then stop and get some coffee. Today we walked to Chanterelles in Edmonds. Great little cafe.
Mr. H and I were wandering around the mall this evening when we came across this item. I mentioned to him that it would be awfully nice to have all of my rechargable items organized and ready to go so that in the morning I could just grab them and run. He responded that this item was “anal-retentive foofiness.”
I am starving right now.
Famished.
But I dare not enter the kitchen or even acknowledge my husband’s presence in the kitchen. True to the observer effect, the act of observing alters the observed, I dare not let husband become aware that I am aware that he is doing the dishes else said dish doing cease.
In which case, I would end up doing the dishes.
Update: Husband doing dishes = sexy
We came out of the bookstore yesterday to find this on the truck.
The truck? It’s an ugly beater so the scratch isn’t exactly devastating.
