Tasty bacon bloody mary at brunch the next day.
Just squeaking out of O'Hare in time to not have to utilize a couple of the gazillion cots set up (thunderstorms).
Arriving home to find a package from my mom: dental floss* and the ripple. Let me tell you, my mom... wow. The ripple is perfect: absolutely rectangular with perfect gage and oh so much soft merino.
*For some reason, all the stores around here have chosen to carry only minty floss. I like my floss flavorless, thank you very much.
2 comments:
You don't like mint flavored floss, dear me. You mean it doesn't bring visions of cold minty ice cream cones on a hot summer day whilst you're seeing to your oral hygiene...? I am a reformed mint hater myself, only I was the opposite, I hated mint every where BUT dental products...haha
Your blog is cool, enjoying the archives!
your mom's ripple rocks socks beyond anyone's understanding!
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