It's a craft store. Around here there's Michaels and A.C. Moore. Not sure what you've got in Oregon.
Yeah, Michaels is here, though I avoid it like the sun.
Biggest disappointment from Saturday: GM was not actually pale.
Biggest thrill from Saturday: He was, however, wearing a visor.
I cried yesterday to something a lot less moving than that.
I cried reading a post on NW Hikers forum about someone's dog dying.
And roboto, sorry for your loss. :(
I've been spending a lot of time in the sun, so though I assure you I am naturally quite pale, I've been sporting my summer glow since early June. The visor, well....I really have no excuse or explanation. It irritates Petty and my other old friends, so for reasons I can't quite fathom, I enjoy the reaction.
Thought of you yesterday at breakfast. Went to some place in Rovena (sp?) and it was clear that the wait staff was pro-Mexican soccer, adorned with Mexican jerseys and owning more pigment that the two of us combined on our best summer day. Since their team had just lost in crushing fashion a few moments earlier, I excused and understood their rather curt and robotic service.
However, when I went to order, I discovered that the breakfast item I wanted the most was not available any longer. Dead set on a sausage, egg, cheese croissant, I talked my way into a similar sandwich on a muffin. As I ordered the eggs sunny side up, I was most looking forward to soaking up the yolk with a delicious side of hashbrowns, which was the side of choice for the croissant I wanted. What did I get as a side? A bowl of hapless looking cantaloupe and it's ugly cousin Honeydew.
So I just ordered a side of hashbrowns and averted crisis, but stared menacingly at the unwanted melon. And though I like cantaloupe fine, I just wasn't in the mood. Least favorite meal of the trip.