Seven blogless months in no particular order . . .

A Hint of Mint

There is nothing like a clean mouth. In fact, I think it's prerequisite to getting a breath of fresh air. I love talking to someone that has such good breath that you can actually smell it without being uncomfortably close.
I had such an experience on Wednesday. There I was, at the Provo Temple and Brother Reynolds from Spanish Fork had overwhelmingly good breath. I couldn't help but stare at his mouth and notice the yellow colored, poorly positioned bridge in bottom of his mouth, but none of that mattered because his breath was divine. The scent was a crowd stopper and I began to wonder what my breath status was. This quickly led to paranoia.
In the end my compliments led to his confession that it wasn't mint at all, Halls cough drops was responsible!