If you’d asked me yesterday if you could find Kraft White American Cheese Slices (you know, the individually wrapped kind) in Austin I’d bet you that you couldn’t. I know because Jef and I have looked in every grocery store we’ve lived near for that stupid cheese and all we find is the orange kind. I don’t even LIKE that cheese and I look because he likes it. I’ve looked so often that I’d be you a six-pack you couldn’t find it. No, I’d bet you enough beer for *two* people to take on a tubing trip that you couldn’t find it.

And then I’d lose.

DAMNIT.

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Brown. You are hereby entitled to a one-time supply of tubing beer provided by ME, and only me. Because when I got up this morning and saw these awesome pictures in my inbox and told Jef “I guess we own Tim and Liz tubing beer” he said “What do you mean WE?”