bubble wrap blues

I love bubble wrap. The little tiny ones, especially, that just pop so delicately in between your fingertips with hardly any effort necessary, are what I find especially cathartic. With the miniscule bursts I can feel my stress melt into joy as I effectively destroy the purpose for which the air pustules were created.

I am now selflessly passing this joy on to the next generation of bubble wrap addicts; namely, my daughter. Fast-forward fourteen years, we're sitting at the dining room table together, trying to find something about which we can talk, and then we reach for...the bubble wrap! The Great Conversation-Starter! Let's see who can pop all the bubbles first!

But alas...all the bubble wrap has been popped for the night. Maybe tomorrow's mail will bring more.