A strip after my own heart. I don’t eat lettuce unless I absolutely have to. My plate at a salad bar is everything else. Iceburg lettuce is a weed and should be eradicated.
My Lizzie left her Bunny with me when I was hospitalized. I think that was the only time in years she slept without him. The nurses got quite a kick out of a 35 year old with a stuffed bunny in bed with her.
My childhood box was Hopalong Cassidy. My last one, carried during my last 4 years of work before retirement, was The Lone Ranger. Some of us never outgrow the need for childhood themed things.
My great-great nephew is going to be the “ring bear” at his aunt’s wedding. He thinks he’ll be in costume, so I knitted him a bear hat to wear.