Robb and I were in Target, and he just stops in the aisle on the way to get milk and starts laughing. Shaking. And pointing. "Come here!" he managed to squeak through his laughter.
I walked back to where he'd stopped. "What the heck are you laughing at?"
Look. Look again. Is that not the most adorable, mischievous little coffee pot you've ever seen?
It makes me wonder if it was intentional. Who wouldn't want a coffee pot that looks like some kind of high-ranking religious official penguin with a single shiny flipper? Oh man...and this is part of the reason I love him so damn much. He has this way of making every day and every mindless chore into an adventure.
His car is currently in the shop because his cousin backed into it. So we have a rental. This rental has some odd buttons on the dash, such as this one:
Yes. Cat Folder. I'm just glad we didn't bring Marbles with...
In other news, after sushi last night we decided we'd try mochi ice cream. We got green tea and mango.
It wasn't terrible, but the fondant-like covering over the balls was a little off-putting. It's been dubbed "squishy stuff."
Lyndsay and Ben seem to be fascinated by it. It was kind of gross...like silly putty. If we'd have had a newspaper, we'd have tried to transfer ink onto it. Instead, we ate it.
And that's all the news that's fit to print.