I have no clue how these things work, but a few weeks ago, when I was very sick and miserably confined mostly to the bedroom, I developed a surrealistic fondness for my box of Spongebob Squarepants kleenex. Now I'm crazy for the little guy. Because he knew I would love it, George came home with a charming metal box shaped like Spongebob which balances precariously on his little stick legs. Since we cannot find another box of kleenex, George has found a way to refill that one by a careful cut and paste. I am NOT going to get a huge collection of these whacky smiley things, but we did stop at three Burger Kings lately hoping to find a watch.
Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.
