Slice of My Life
14/6/08 23:33![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madrobinsToday my writers' workshop met at my house. During the meeting, Avocado, no respecter of other people's meetings, came running in.
"Mom, why aren't there any Q-Tips in the opium jar?"
There was some discussion of what (other than aspirin, which was what my parents kept in the jar, a pretty Victorian pharmacy jar made of china and painted with flowers, and the word "Opium" picked out in gilt and black glaze, or Q-Tips, which is what we keep there now) might be a suitable thing to keep in an opium jar. Opium seems too obvious, somehow.
"Mom, why aren't there any Q-Tips in the opium jar?"
There was some discussion of what (other than aspirin, which was what my parents kept in the jar, a pretty Victorian pharmacy jar made of china and painted with flowers, and the word "Opium" picked out in gilt and black glaze, or Q-Tips, which is what we keep there now) might be a suitable thing to keep in an opium jar. Opium seems too obvious, somehow.