For Father’s Day, there was a present that my daughter decided not to give me. She ordered on-line a new Yeti insulated cup (larger than the one I already had). She was surprised when a color not silver was available. They have a new “clay” color. She thought that was a cute idea, for me.
Yikes, it’s burnt orange. I’m serious, burnt orange. When it arrived, she decided against giving it to me. She gave it to her husband, who immediately covered every bit of color with fly fishing stickers. He grew up in Tennessee following Vols and Rebels. But he has quickly come to learn that we do not like the burnt orange color in our home. I’m glad Becca gave it to him and not me, because I would have tossed it in the river.