Note: Minty Fresh

At the Powell’s Books signing a couple weeks ago, Lilith Saintcrow, Ilona Andrews, and I decided to finally make a lunch date.  The Andrews have been in Oregon for about a year, and Lilith and I are both long-term Northwesterners, but none of us had hooked up for lunch.

Since the signing was just about to start, I knew I needed to make a note of it, or I’d forget.  I frantically rummaged through my purse looking for something I could write on.  No paper.  At all.  Not even a receipt, or one of those crumpled-up straw wrappers.

Not to be deterred, I did find this:

Yes, that is a piece of gum.

Think it will catch on?