
This is a ritual with Wrigley and I; every time I get a new book, he insists on sniffing it, and then getting a taste. You can't see it, but he's actually licking the paper.
Being in the office at 8:30 am means getting up at 5 because I hate traffic and traffic starts at 6:30. Wah. But I did get more Caribou. YOMS.
+ ...I have about 4 hours before I can't eat anything that isn't soft...
I hate you pollen. HATE YOU.