10.23.01
"You know what isn't good?"
"What?"
"I ate the fuzzy Certs."
"Ick."
"They tasted like keys."
(I couldn't stop laughing because of the face that she made, and the fact that I don't know exactly what keys taste like, but they're made out of brass, and I wouldn't imagine it to be too far off from having your hands smell and taste like pennies for an entire week*.)
*And no, I'm not insane. I spent the greater portion of a week working on my first metalsmithing project, which involved a lot of close contact with a copper form. You anneal and hammer and anneal and hammer and repeat that like 30 times and then buff and polish and sand and swear a lot and anneal and hammer some more, and then show me a pair of hands that don't reek like copper, and I'll show you the Made in China label from the bottom of the candy dish that you're trying to pass off as your own handiwork, you faker.
