Elephant Dung Message
That, dear blog readers, is processed elephant dung in all it's glory. Looks awfully white doesn't it?
It carries no germs (thank goodness). It's apparently been boiled for five hours and going by the colour I hope it's been bleached. Interestingly enough, it doesn't smell. My first thought was to check for squashed flies, but there doesn't appear to be any of them either.
I found a wonderful page explaining the whole lovely elephant paper product making process. It seems the Thai's have it down to a fine art.
Changing topics here. What on earth was I doing lamenting about not having a boyfriend while the Winter Olympics were beginning? I need help or something.
Note to Self: Next time you want to have a pity party remember the Winter Olympics only come every four years--surely the other three years and eleven months are sufficient time to bemoan your lack of marital status.
*bangs head on keyboard*
I can't wait to see the opening ceremony. After making such a hype about the whole thing y'all are going to laugh at me now when I tell you I won't be able to see it for at least another week or two. We don't have TV channels so I'll have to wait for my Grandma down south to finish taping the highlights and send them up.
This is me. Writing love notes on processed elephant dung and waiting--ever waiting for mail day to come.
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