I want to play a game. It’s a scavenger hunt.
First, I want you to find me something to do with paper. But it has to be something special to me. To us. And I can’t already have it.
Next, I want you to find me something to do with cotton. Once again, it has to be meaningful. I’ll give you a whole year to find it.
We will do this every year, each year with a bizarre new requirement. Continue reading