We are, as the Minnesotans say, "up north". Husband has been feeling burned out from work and wanted a few days to recharge so we rented a sweet little log cabin along Lake Superior for a few days. The cabin sits right above the lake and the view from the deck is incredible.
So far we haven't done much besides hang out, sleep, and go to the grocery store. Husband and I were thrilled - no, make that - THRILLED when we saw the 4/$1 Shastas at the grocery store. We spent several minutes making our selection. We are simple folk. Simple folk who enjoy the fizzy wonder of a Dr. Shasta or Mountain Rush every now and again.
We also had to purchase these at the grocery store.
I attempted to shelter them from innocent eyes when I put them on the conveyor belt at the check-out by surrounding them with a Shasta wall. Husband quickly undid my work saying that it made the situation more obvious.
Am I the only married, almost-30-year-old adult who still feels HIGHLY twitchy and nervous about buying...uh...condoms? See? I even feel twitchy writing the word. It's not like I can disguise the fact that sex has happened in my life (see photos of spawn above), and yet I'm all ZOMG! when it comes to putting the evidence right out there on the conveyor belt. Maybe it's because the checkout person is fully aware that a little something something might happen tonight.
And now I just realized that this post will make you aware of the same thing. Ummm....
[Twitch. Twitch, twitch.]
Anyone want a Shasta?