Nancy Drew and the case of the disappearing blister.
Tonight as I filled up my 52 oz. mug with Sobe Lean diet cranberry grapefruit (my latest obsession) at the gas station I noticed I had a large blister on my finger...or so I thought. I showed my dad the blister and he asked what caused it. I explained my suspicion that I got it from the splashing hot oil I was cooking with earlier this evening.
A few minutes ago, less than an hour after initially finding the blister, I looked down at my hand to examine it closer only to be thoroughly surprised at the lack of blister. What the...? I swear it was right there!
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Today George (the Beetle) got a flat tire. There is something about being in heels with dirty hands from changing a tire that I love in a feminine,-but-can-hold-her-own type of way.
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