Flatladen, My Take on Rouladen
One little tennis ball.
Today I'm writing to you a little differently. Just a simple little musing from my kitchen table.
Before I get into anything food-related, I have to tell you something my hubby has done for years. He puts a little colorful ball on top of our car's antenna.
It gets some odd looks, I'm sure. But when I walk out of a store and I'm staring at a sea of vehicles in the parking lot, can you guess how quickly I spot our car?