An Open Letter to Braum's

Dear Braum's

I just wanted to drop you a line to tell you how much I love you.  Sure you have good food - and then there's that whole dairy thing - BUT, the real reason I love you is simple: Diet Limeades.  Words can't describe the joy that is a huge cup of tart, fizzy, limey goodness.  I die.  I have tried without success to imitate the drink that stole my heart . . . I've come close, but it's never the same.

Which brings me to my other point.  Do you think (pretty please) that you could open a store in the greater St. Louis area?  Have no fear, I would drive across town to buy my diet limeades with religious fervor.  Or if coming this far north is out of the questions - do you suppose you could share with me the mystical secret that is surely behind the creation of the drink I hold so dear? 

Love & Limeades for Life,

Thummprints

Laundry Stains Cower in Fear . . .

Have you ever been in the middle of doing some normal household chore - perhaps organizing the laundry closet (ie trying to find a solution to the ever moving bottles of detergent - spin cycles cause quite the ruckus) when all of the sudden something cathces your eye.  Something, I might add, you've been staring at for basically a calendar year.  See that bottle of Era?  Look at the tippy top of the label. 

Here's a better look.  Cowby hat.  Beard.  The words: Chuck Norris.  What in the holy heck is Walker, Texas Ranger doing on my bottle of detergent?

Just in case you missed it - here's an up close, in your face snapshot.  HOW DID I MISS THIS?!?!?!?  There is even an article in the New York Times about this . . . what?  All I can say is:

Chuck-freaking-Norris has approved my detergent.  Cower in fear stains, cower in fear.

Sticks

Noreen and I have an unspoken agreement.  She gets some of the most beautiful flower arrangements sent to her at work from her husband (Valentine's Day, Anniversary) and I get the sticks. 

Yes.  I said sticks. 

They're artistic.  They're fantastic.

Best of all - they don't wilt or fade.  Not to mention they look wonderful on my mantle.

King Ludwig and Cool Dude California Raisin agree.

Yes, I really do have those things on my mantle.  No, I don't know why. 

But it all makes perfect sense once you get to know me, I promise.