Today I am grateful for doinks.
Okay, most people call them scrunchies, or the like. My dad, who has a fantastic little ponytail, calls them doinks, and I picked it up from him. But I am grateful for them because they hold my hair back in a nice and comfy way. Especially when I'm in a hot kitchen working with smelt -- de-heading, de-tailing, gutting, and de-boning/butterflying -- in preparation for a fish fry.
Mmm... fish fry...
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