So in some recent Tim-news, I finished my roll of lip balm (is it a roll? a stick? a container?) which almost never happens to me! It was kind of exciting. Usually I'll lose it, or have it melt in my pocket, or the dog will find and eat it. It feels like an accomplishment. Actually it IS an accomplishment. I used a whole stick of lip balm all by myself without any of it going to waste! Actually that's a lie. There's about 1mm stuck to the bottom of the cap where some of it melted and stuck and I can't get it out. No matter, I bought a 3-pack and I'm onto the next one!
Old one looks disgusting. New one looks like a work of art! |
Hello old friend :-) |
I pointed in the direction of London Drugs up the street and explained that he could find them in almost any big box store.
"What do you call this thing?" he continued asking, as he made a horseshoe outline in the air with his fingers.
"It's called a headband. If you go to the store and can't find it, ask for a plastic headband," I replied.
"Plastic headband. Ok!" he said, as we parted ways.
He had a huge grin on his face, as if I'd just given him some magical beans and told him they'd grow overnight
I felt like I had just done some good in the world. Headbands are so underrated. Gotta love 'em.
I don't know how to take selfies. I also don't know how to use my pinky finger. |
I've seen gas as low as 97.9 over a week ago. It's been hovering around 100.9 and was 104.9¢/litre today.
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