Rule 1: Never Bend the Bill

Yesterday was a magnificent day. Charles and I went to the mall so that he could get me the post-birthday present that he had been promising. A little bit of back story now: A couple months ago I was at my grandparents, visiting with my family, and eating spaghetti. I noticed something spectacular on the head of my semi-ghetto cousin, Cameron. There it was, a Giants hat in all its multi-colored glory, adorned with an embossed spectrum of baseball splendor, paying homage to the city of San Fran. I tried it on and every follicle on my head sang its praises. I had to get that hat. Upon returning home, I went on a desperate search for the A's version. Alas, I found it in the mall. I couldn't really justify the purchase as it was a bit more pricey than your average hat (but worth every penny). Melissa argued that the hat was a bit too ghetto for me. After I finished crying I told her that it is not the clothing and accessories that make a man ghetto, it's his heart. After she finished crying, we went on our trip to San Luis. We walked around the local shops and, upon entering a surf shop, we made a startling discovery: Lo and behold, a kind young surfer gentlemen working at the establishment was wearing the Dodgers version of the hat. After I finished weeping, I told Melissa that since this handsome young prince had such a glorious hat, I too deserved one. I showed the hat to Charles and he agreed that I must have the hat. Though this may seem shallow, rest assured, it is not. However, I have no argument to support why it is not shallow. You just have to trust me. In other news, I purchased one of the Africa necklaces to support Andy and Brittlee's adoption of an Ethiopian baby. I got the initials of our yet-to-be-born son on the back of it. I would highly recommend purchasing one. They are handmade my Brittlee's mom and each one is quite cool looking. Thanks Britt and Andy! Click here for more information about their adoption process and to find out more about the necklaces.