I’m (sort of) afraid of glitter, but I’m working on it! Glitter (in general) is an invasive little substance and I’m convinced that once it’s “out there” I’m just breathing it in and one day a big pile of glitter could show up on a chest x-ray. Just a sparkly little fiesta in my lungs. The introduction of non-shedding glitters into paper scrapbooking supplies is working miracles on this particular phobia and I no longer want to put on gloves and a face mask to open up a package of glittered alphabets. That’s progress! But come holiday time, I still look at every holiday card envelope as my enemy, and responsibility for opening them usually falls on my husband’s shoulders – I won’t lie. (He just isn’t as protective of his lungs as I am!) Right now you’re probably saying “Peppermint, you’re just talking about all the things you’re afraid of!” and to that I say “You make a valid point!” However, I’d like to see you TRY to tell me that you don’t feel as though you know me a lot better, and feel a little closer to me, after having read that ostrich ordeal. That was a vulnerable moment, right?