|"Hey, Mom. This is still a dry zone, right?"|
"Umm ... yeah."
|"Awesome. Oooh, look! I can see myself in the mirrors from here!"|
My new box remains dry. I think that's a good thing; apparently not everyone around here shares my sentiments. Hey. It's all in how you look at it, right? One man's weed is another man's wildflower. One man's bait is another man's sushi. One man's trash is another man's ... yeah. OK. You get the picture.