We went to a bar to watch the second half of the Stillers game, and this has to be the most Pittsburgh appetizer of all time. Then again, we only went to one place, so maybe it isn't. We were basically the only ones in the bar without an obscure player's jersey on, and we were the only ones without a jersey on. Too bad the Steelers won, because apparently after losses everybody neatly folds up his or her jersey and carries it home due to shame. Added shame, I suppose, because they're already Steelers fans, after all.
The next morning I woke up to this excellent Rocket Dog dump truck helping with construction (photo by Viva). Apparently the Rocket Dog legend is growing despite its state of incompletion. Then we got two breakfast sandwiches and paid for three, so we wound up with three breakfast sandwiches. Thrilling, I know.
We went to Staples for some compressed air and this place was next door. It was like a slightly higher-end Building #19 mixed with a smaller version of Ocean State Job Lot. Things we briefly considered buying include a claustrophobia-inducing Optimus Prime helmet, and a pizza slicer with two blades that meet in the middle because I guess a single blade just can't get the job done anymore. Hopefully this innovation leads to a razor-blade-company-like arms race to produce the pizza slicer with the most blades. Things actually bought: an "Authentic" "Youth Size" NCAA football.
Maybe this would be kind of awesome ...
This isn't what I had in mind when I told Aimee a giant eagle would save me from her Texas horror dream.
