Which is not unrelated to my first thought on reading Deron’s question about bottled water: “Yes. I remember when bottled water was for Europeans, Americans visiting Mexico, and Americans stocking their bomb shelters.”
Almost. It is certainly frowned upon in certain circles. And believe it or not, I’ve lived in places where I’ve gotten the feeling it’s always been considered ridiculous.
Yes. And I remember when only right-wing loonies fretted over fluoride in municipal water supplies.
I preserve my essence.
Women sense your power.
Let’s get into that coke machine.
It’s why I applied for a firearm owner’s card.
It’s why I mentioned nuclear weapons in the application.
Which is not unrelated to my first thought on reading Deron’s question about bottled water: “Yes. I remember when bottled water was for Europeans, Americans visiting Mexico, and Americans stocking their bomb shelters.”
Isn’t bottled water almost ridiculous again? Everything old is new again.
Almost. It is certainly frowned upon in certain circles. And believe it or not, I’ve lived in places where I’ve gotten the feeling it’s always been considered ridiculous.
It’s way more ridiculous than in the old days.
It’s always been ridiculous to me. Unless it has bubbles in it, of course. I love bubbles.
I don’t like the taste of chlorine in tap water, so I like bottled water.
Oh — lest anyone read me wrong, know that I am with Cooper. I’m a bottle baby. My favorite is slightly flat San Pellegrino, drunk cool — not cold.
Yep. I’m a pistol-packin’ San Pellegrino-drinkin’ mama.