A Few Things

And now, an (unsolicited) toast...

To Khaled Hosseini for his riveting book A Thousand Splendid Suns. A highly disturbing and fascinating read about life in Afghanistan - and particularly the fate of many Afghan women. A tragic tale that, for me, glimmered with the hope of a thousand splendid suns.

And to J.R. Watkins Apothecary for this scrumptious-smelling lemon cream shea butter hand repair moisturizer. I want to eat it.

And with distinct pleasure I salute Maya Kaimal for her line of mouthwateringly delicious Indian sauces. Think: homemade Indian meals made easy. If you love Indian food like I do, then run, don't walk, to her website to find a retailer near you. (I found it in Williams-Sonoma.)

And finally, a nod to Prince DuraTac black overgrip for helping me maintain my grip all year long (but only on my tennis racquet). *Note: I find the Prince colored overgrips to be less tacky than the black - particularly the orange, pink, and neon green.

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And now, an (unsolicited) toast of a different sort...



I curse you, Webkinz. You are the bane of my existence. You have highjacked my children and left me with robotic drones who chant, "Need more Webkinz" all the livelong day. Are you some kind of terrorist plot?

And you, Old Navy, when my feet turn black and fall off, I blame you and your "bargain" flip flops with their peeling, chemical-laden plastic pattern - the curious stuff that I find stuck to the bottom of my feet, seeping God-knows-what into my bloodstream. I hurl my rotted feet in your general direction and demand my $2.50 back.

This has been a public service pronouncement.