So, I have this key on my key chain, and for the longest time, I had no idea what it went to. To make matters worse, there was another copy on my spare key chain. I stared at the this key, shaking my head, going, “Is it my bike rack? My bike lock? Desk key?” I just had no idea what it was. A big thanks goes to Katie’s friend Lynne who solved the mystery; apparently, the key goes to my Club, which is sitting in my trunk.
This little mystery has lead to a game… collect old keys, find random ones. Now, start putting them on friends’ key chains… watch as the puzzlement begins!
I’m back from a quick vacation… a very needed one it seems. I have 100 unread emails, most of which, I’m sure, are useless.
I was in Tampa at a wedding for someone I haven’t seen in 5 years. Tampa is clearly a city that is just too damned hot for people. 90 degrees with 95% humidity. This is just not right. As for weddings, this one was a great one. Lot’s of pre and post partying. Godda love it when the bride’s mom closes the bar after the wedding party. I think the best part of weddings is the brunch the next day. You get to see who is wearing someone else’s clothes. Who is so green that they just pop in for an appearance then take off… good fun for the whole family.
Finally, in this tour of my post-vacation brain, Listerine. I decided to try Listerine. I was amused the guy showing me that there is a veritable ocean of biological goo chillin’ between my teeth. Using Listerine is like putting a swarm of angry bees in your mouth, and I think this is for a reason. The good folks in Listerine-land want their customers to feel like something is really happening, that there is a real medicinal flavor/effect. I mean, if you bought a mouthwash that tasted like distilled water, felt like silk, and really didn’t seem to do anything, you would think, “This just isn’t doing anything.” But Listerine grabs you and screams, “I am doing something.” I’m not sure I like it…