This Sunday at work there is a “Fall Festival” where, among other events, there is going to be a Tricycle Pull. I’m almost sorry that I don’t work Sundays. Almost.
egg face
Last winter when Doug and I were in a car accident, my friend Ellen (aka “ET”) left a goody bag at our door one day. It was filled, as is ET’s style, with completely random stuff including cute little tissue packets, a tube of hand cream, and little molds for hard-boiled eggs. The molds are, of course, Japanese.