A very Buc-ee's Christmas

M's birthday/Christmas present from D (other than the fancy new washer/dryer all-in-one combo for the new laundry room) was a trip to Buc-ee's, her favorite place on earth other than Ikea and the Container Store. Here are some pictures of her loot:

Buc-ee's

For some weird reason, M is obsessed with this new mega gas station that opened up about an hour north of Denver. Its mascot is a goofy beaver. She has already gone twice, each time buying way more beaver merch than we ever needed. We have a beaver mug, shot glass, wine glass, hoodies, t-shirts, and even swim trunks.

H and Geo are not impressed and deny that they are "beaver believers" like M. Geo refuses to put a Buc-ee's sticker on his cello case but did deign to wear his new swim trunks to his Boy Scout swim test.