on the chopsticks front. Last night, even though I asked the waitress for a security blanket fork, I used my chopsticks for the entire meal (well, except the soup.) But, I got a little cocky and dropped a piece of salad right down my blouse. Pride goeth before the fall. Of lettuce.
Chopsticks? Check. On to whistling with my fingers, freestyle swimming and speaking adequate Spanish. So much to be done in this 50th year.