Speaking of “fail”

It’s possible I’m going to have to go uptown to meet my man, ’cause I am desperately short of ginger Altoids. I’ve only got a couple of intractable vices, and ginger Altoids is one of them. I’m not planning on living without them, and they’ve gotten harder and harder to find. With Rite-Aid being the only local place that carries them anymore, I’m forced to go online – but on Amazon, I’m faced with the offer of both new and used Altoids. Ugh.

In other addiction news, the coffee grinder is missing a blade. So, one, how did we lose a blade and not notice it? It had to have ended up in the coffee. Did we drink a knife blade, and is it now settled into our intestines, waiting for the moment when we make a fatal yawn or the final hiccup? And, two, is it kinda grinding okay with only the one blade? I swear I’m so suggestible about these things that I think I feel a little piece of metal at the back of my throat. I need a ginger Altoid to clear the taste.