tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515401111310182067.post7994426297104408238..comments2023-12-10T12:05:30.456-08:00Comments on Airy Persiflage: WaterBev Sykeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16794928133704720689noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515401111310182067.post-38461471692612266602011-07-22T05:56:51.574-07:002011-07-22T05:56:51.574-07:00Oh, the memories. I would pull the 40-pound bottl...Oh, the memories. I would pull the 40-pound bottle up to a wheeled desk chair so that I could move it to a table. Then I would back up to the table and pull the bottle over my shoulder.<br /><br />I was so glad when they changed the openings to a wide one, so you could pour a little without danger while you positioned the bottle.<br /><br />Nowadays, tG, it's just the Brita pitcher and me. I keep it about half full (sore shoulder), but I pour plenty for Cat, who stares disdainfully at me. He doesn't drink until I'm not watching. He doesn't realize I can hear the "lap, lap, lap."Harriethttp:///l-empress.liscious.netnoreply@blogger.com