The espresso grinder, that is. I was cleaning it last night and managed to get some brush bristles stuck in the grinder--despite the fact that I had already turned it off (the blades were still spinning, granted).
And I brought Betty Boop home yet again last night. She's totally the store bicycle.
I'm sure that makes no sense.
We have one of our sets of internal keys on a Betty Boop keychain and she often disappears over night because someone forgets that she's in her pocket. It's a running joke about who Betty has gone home with.
She's been home with me two nights in a row now. Rrrrow!
It's the boy's birthday this weekend. Saturday. 2-9. I'm getting him this. I think he'll like it. Because he's like that. And so am I. Which is why I like him.
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