Its a new day (just like Sting or Celine would say)

Today I joined the ranks of a new army, an army of adult soldiers who use baby wipes to finish the job. My first purchase was a medium size pack, 42 to be exact. I chose the hard shell plastic case instead of the resealable ziplocky bag because it just seemed a lot cleanlier that way. And isn't that the whole point of this market and purpose. Anyway so far so good. My form can still use some refining, but I just got a hot tip from a fellow wiper friend and I'm greatly looking forward to my next movement. I know people who say once you go flushable-wipe you never go back. I kinda get it now, already. Cheers to new beginnings...

Musings from a new friend. And she's right.

The deets:
-there was a party
-there was a deep-fryer
-there were drinks
-there was a volcano

I made a new friend that night that already knew other new friends of mine, and I met her sister too. When we met however, the evening was already long in the tooth and the volcano had erupted a few times. Here's the followup emails the next week:

ME: Ps I honestly have little recollection of our nightcap dealings. Things started turning brown right around that time. Hope I didn't offer up anything too inane nor insane. And if I did, what a helluva way to kick it off.

HER: Does this mean anything to you, 'fudgesicles are like frozen poop.' If you do remember, then you know my sister very well; and if it doesn't, maybe cut down on the boos because a line like that should never be blacked out.