Yesterday, Mercer was helping Mom make french toast when he got his mitts on a glass bottle of gooey blueberry syrup. The outside of the bottle was coated in condensation from having been out of the fridge for a few minutes. Guess what happened? Smash. The syrup actually contained the shatter-radius, though.
Also, yesterday, we finally finished the 3-liter tin of olive oil we smuggled back from the Tuscan farm we stayed at during
our honeymoon. I thought we would've gotten botchulism by now. Anyway, time to email Guido and ask if they ship internationally.
