Go Camo in the Skag

And we're back to the Skagit County, everyone's favorite home-away-from-home (in case you missed previous Skag posts, it's pronounced SKA like in "scat" and G as in "badge")!

Today's observation pertains to the alarmingly high per capita use of camouflage hats.  While on a trip to Fred G Meyer in Burlington on Sunday afternoon, two men wearing camouflage hats were observed in the Fred Meyer Starbucks, chilling with their Caramel Macchiatos while their dutiful wives shopped.  A few moments later, no less then two more men were spotted in the paint and plumbing section, also sporting hats appropriate for waging war and/or hunting live animals.  Wow.

Four separate camo encounters in about twenty minutes in one single location had me reeling.  So as we entered Super Supplements a few moments later, the sight of yet another camo cap gave me heart palpitations (and not in a Ryan-Gosling-without-a-shirt-kind of way).  It was more of a flight-or-fight response.  However, this particular cap was seated a little too comfortably on the head of a ten-year-old boy!  Call CPS because this must be some kind of abuse.  He's clearly not old enough to make his own decisions.  Let's put it this way: would you allow your ten-year-old son to get married?  To vote for president?  I didn't think so.

Wearing a camouflage hat at such a vulnerable age could potentially affect your future even more than marriage or the future commander-in-chief.  Wearing a camouflage hat in a non-ironic way (and trust me, no one does anything ironically in the Skag) says so much about a person.  It says, "I am ready to kill Bambi at any moment," or "My mom shops for my clothes at the farm supply store," or even "I can't wait to join the army and kill people, too."  Any way you put it, camo is not a decision that children are equipped to make.  Another fail for the Skag.

*I apologize for the lack of photographic evidence to support my camo claims, but I thought that not only was taking pictures of strangers in public creepy, but also potentially illegal*

pi (not Pie) Day

No matter how hard I tried, I just could not muster the energy or will to bake a pie yesterday, 3/14, also known as "pi" day.  I looked through both of my pie books (see previous "Pie Literature" entry) obsessed over one called a Black Bottom Pie that was promising because it was complicated AND I had all the ingredients for the pie already, precluding a trip to the store in the worst weather ever.  Seriously.  This is one step away from "natural disaster" bad.

While walking Annie in said "almost-a-natural-disaster-weather" this week, I took a few photos to express her joy in walking in the rain.  

Wow Mom, this weather is so depressing I can't even bark at that strange person.

I will pose, but only because this weather has drained my will to jump.

Annie was so upset (either because I didn't bake a pie or because of the weather putting a "damper" - ha ha - on all her outdoor fun) she tore up her Elephant Titus and then left the scene of the crime to nap on the couch. 

If I can't have fun, no one can! 

Finally, we gave up on all outdoor fun.  Annie took a long nap and I read an entire book.  However, I have a feeling the weather will be better this weekend for Annie's Princess Party at the Dog Park!