There’s got to be an easier way for you to get mentioned in my blog than to sneak around my apartment, covertly affixing California Raisins stickers to everything.
The ones I found covering the numbers on the microwave and stuck to my Diet Coke bottle and pasted on the bathroom mirror were all amusing. “What a kidder, that Kathy!” I chuckled.
You’re going to pay for the one you put in the shower, though.
I thought it was a spider and tripped over the bath mat trying to get away.
Notes on a Napkin 
Man, i miss the Dancing Raisins. Cuz I heard it thru tha grape vine…Where’d you get stickers of the raisins? That’s as good as gold!
I have a royal stash of California Raisin stuff. Maybe I should hit ebay with it! And, Katrina, be thankful I couldn’t get a hold of that freaky Burger King mask. I had planned on afixing it to your kitchen window so you would get a nice little jolt when opening it up to greet the day;-)
You went in my laundry room? The abyss? The black morass?
And you lived to tell about it?
I think I’ve underestimated you, Kathy.
I’m raising two boys. I have no fear…