I now officially own my own pair(s) of chopsticks! Mother-dear sent me a care-package, containing mail and some cute clothing and a turtle calendar (!!!) and CHOPSTICKS.
Chopsticks are awesome. Bridget’s boyfriend eats popcorn with them, but I’m tempted to take them to the cafeteria and try to manhandle a salad with them. Soup probably wouldn’t work out so well, but a salad, yes.
(Now if I just need to convince Dr. 7 to cave and let us get Chinese food on Movie Nights… broccoli in garlic sauce… yum…)