I had dinner recently with a friend & her husband. She was talking about her friend's older sister, a woman who apparently embodies perfection. "She's just perfect," she said. "Everybody knows it."
"Perfect HOW?" we asked.
My friend thought for a minute (choosing, clearly, from the myriad examples) and said, "She uses a scoop in her ice drawer".
It seems like a tiny thing, but in thinking about it, I can see how this can be a habit of a perfectly perfect person. In my house, I should mention, we were a grab-the-ice-quickly-with-your-hands couple. A few weeks after this discussion, I was in a kitchen store in Portland, Maine and happened to see an ice scoop. Boom. I am one step closer to perfect:
It seriously makes a difference. Switching from our formerly gross ice-fetching habits feels a lot better. Jesse has even come around on it, though it took some time for him to transition.
And since this is a short, one-photo post... let me add one more. Look how cute my cat is:
I took this while packing for vacation a week and a half ago. Ethel the cat stayed at home but two carry on bags made the cut. I will be back shortly to share where we've been and some quick photos.