June 4 2008
Ok...so some of our lovely neighbors were driving down the road one day when this thing literally fell out of the back of a Miller Lite truck right in front of them. For some completely absurd reason they felt obligated to slam on their brakes right then and there and pick up this gem and put it in the back of their Mini Cooper (I think that's what they used anyway) and deliver it to my house.
All of this under the premis that my dear husband would be eternally grateful and that I would die a slow and painful death from a massive coronary.
True to form...Travis about shit his pants when he saw this thing waiting for him - and only him. Travis ADORES Miller Lite. In fact his liver often confuses it for water. The rest of us, however, have actual taste buds on our tongues. My intestines vehemently reject it whenever I attempt to consume it.
So it's big unveiling was at the pig roast over Memorial Day weekend. I suppose it was a hit - it kept everything cold, it was on wheels, and it had a lid.
I agreed to allow it to stay until after the pig roast, but I have this feeling that it's not going anywhere soon. As you can see it takes up a lot of space in my garage - which is already full of our post-apocalyptic supplies. That's an entry for another day.
**SIGH**
I guess I should move something out of the way so that we can make space for it along a wall.
