Glitter. Does it ever really go away? And how does it get, well, everywhere? How can it resist the estimable powers of my vacuum cleaner, which will remove draperies and eat area rugs if I'm not careful? This is the large scale variety of glitter, purchased for the younger son's graduation party. Which was over three months ago! What wasn't gathered up and tossed with the tablecloth was vacuumed up from the coffee table, which would account for at least 98% of the total volume scattered. I swear, it was just two little bags! Sporting the school colors of black and red, I keep finding them all over the place. At least I'm not finding little various colored 2006 party sprinkles from the elder son's graduation, I can't remember the last time I found one of those. But that doesn't mean there aren't a few lurking about. After nuclear annihilation, this stuff will be around keeping company with the cockroaches and Twinkies. I'm sure of it.
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...and the Mormons.
Scary. But somehow appropriate.
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