Cautionary Tales

#1
So in an effort to help save the environment, I try to do little things, like buying biodegradable dog bags. I didn't think too much of it and didn't even consider the fact that they might be different from other dog bags until Jon and I were taking a walk with my family (some might think they live here, Becca :), since I talk about them being here all the time, but they don't they just visit a lot, love it) and I smelled poop. I asked Jon what smelled like poop and we both looked down to the dog bag he was holding, which had disintegrated, partly onto his shorts. I think that biodegradable dog bags should carry the following warning: WARNING: Bag may disintegrate before poop. Handle with care.

#2
This past Friday night Jon and I worked concessions at the Chaska/Eden Prairie football game. (Just a side note, I guess neither of us have much Chaska pride, we bet a Blizzard on how much Chaska would lose by. I guessed 10 points, Jon guessed 17. The real spread was somewhere in the 20s, so I owe Jon a Blizzard) We've worked concessions before, but I've never witnessed anything like what we saw this time. All of these parents drop their middle school children off at the game. They do not watch the game, instead they congregate by the far concession stand where we are working, with their $20 bills and buy Mountain Dew and Skittles, one at a time until their $20 is gone. We've worked at this particular concession stand before, but this time was pure insanity because they were playing EP. When we ran out of Mountain Dew, I was sort of scared for my life. They only thing between us and the hordes of middle schoolers was a flimsy card table. Other highlights from the night, include selling skittles to Fred Hoiberg and seeing the Mr. Sather fan club out in full force. All night, we heard choruses of middle school girls yelling, "Oh, my gosh, it's Mr. Sather" In case you don't know Sam, he's one of Jon's friends from high school, fellow lacrosse coach and, "like the cutest elementary music teacher EVER."