I love my husband. I think he is very smart, and he can do things with Excel that boggle my mind. But sometimes what he brings home from the store confounds me. This weekend we went shopping to pick up a few more camping supplies for their big Boy Scout camping trip next weekend. There were the usual suspects: propane, stocking cap (brrrrrr, that’s why I am NOT going), lantern. But amongst the camping gear was a, shall we say, unusual item.
Beerfest? Really? Well, I guess into every life a little tastelessness must fall. I suppose I should feel lucky. While we were grabbing lunch, we went by a store that sold gambling supplies (poker chips, tables, etc.). Devin thought we should get this sign: Men, no shirts, no service; Women, no shirts, free drinks. Yes, we are a classy bunch.