I wonder whether the mail has come yet. I could go out and check. It would be good exercise. Nah, too hot out. I'll just get it tomorrow morning.
I wonder whether the roasting pan has stopped soaking from last night's chicken. I should probably go scrub it out. Oh, well, I'll just let it soak a little longer.
We had a discussion at breakfast about slap-wrap bracelets. I peeled the thing off the lid of the milk carton, and when it retained its shape, Michael remarked that it could be a bracelet for Jane. 'Or a slap-wrap bracelet,' I added, trying to slap in onto Jane's wrist, which didn't work. And Michael didn't know what a slap-wrap bracelet was! Wonder of wonders!
Me: Are you kidding? They were all the rage in 1988! I would go around slapping them on everyone's wrist!
Michael: In 1988 I was 18 years old.
Me: And I didn't come up and try to slap one on your wrist? Obviously our paths never crossed back then.
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