Not Your Mama's Water

As a rule, I do not enjoy the uncarbonated, flavored waters. They taste like someone forgot to rinse the juice of the glass before filling it up with water. Yuck. Gross. Not for me.

Awhile back I was wandering the food aisles of Cost Plus World Market when I found my new friend, MetroMint. Cool. Refreshing. Minty. These are things that work for me. Many months later, I'm seeing MetroMint all over town.

Unlike their faux-flavored brethren, the MetroMint waters are pure tasty goodness. It's a simple bevarage: fresh, pesticide-free, distilled mint combined with reverse-osmosis purified water from the Sierra Nevadas. Just mint and water, folks. No sugar. No sweeteners. Nothing weird going on here.

When you want a little more from your water, but don't want diluted juice or fake flavor, give MetroMint a spin. I'm a fan of the peppermint flavor, but you might prefer the spearmint, lemonmint or orangemint.

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The Law According to Murphy

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The only solution to my blogging debacle, to date, is the revert back to a standard template, without any of the bells and whistles that make my blog MINE. What is the point of a blog that is not MINE? How ironic is it that the NaBloPoMo theme for this month is "voices"? Today's post brought to you by the discourteous folks at Google who cannot be bothered to help the multitudes experiencing this problem. Thanks. Really. From the bottom of my heart. You guys are the best. Smooches!

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