I live for straws. I actually spend real money on straws. (Note to reader: I consider items over one (1) dollar to be real money.) My hubby buys me gifts such as a pop-up straw dispenser – featured at a 50s-themed diner near you. I cannot physically drink from a glass without a straw. I dribble on myself and spoil pretty clothes. I am the tacky girl who drinks from the red stirrers past midnight. I have considered smuggling said red stirrers by the handful for future bar/club use. The point is (I always get there!), these straws speak to me. They say, “buy me” … “justify my love”.
When I was little, someone smart (though likely not the dentist because this adage probably holds no water – haha, best pun yet) told me that if you drink through a straw you avoid staining your teeth. In one fell swoop both my straw and diet coke addiction were substantiated. Straws produce healthy teeth and gums (picture Orbitz girl smiling into camera – cue ding sound).
Likelihood of health insurance covering decorative straws?