Subject: Your lemon mister gadget is shipping ietf-dkim-archive

From: "Ruth Harrell" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 11 May 2018 15:12:31 -0400

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Your FREE-Lemon Mister is ready to ship Friday.  

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Stole these from a co-worker at a gift exchange.  Went home and one of my adult kids inserted the lemon spritzer in a lemon.  Out comes the most amazing mist.  Great for drinks, fish, salads. . . Works great. 

I like these and they work well.  I like to use them to spray on fruit like banana's that I will be using in a recipe like no-bake banana pudding to keep them from turning brown.  

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The Red Fox Scouts ought to be taken as near to the railroad as possible, before we left them. They had been mighty good to us.225 The moon sank, soon the sun would be up; the birds were moving as well as chirping, the east was brightening, and already the tip of Pilot Peak, far away behind us with Kit and Jed sleeping at his base, was touched with pink, when we came upon a camp. Red Fox Scout Van Sant, who was leading, suddenly stopped short and lifted his hand in warning. Before, in a bend of the stream that we were skirting, among the pines and spruces beside it was a lean-to, with a blackened fire, and two figures rolled in

out the light! In about half an hour I was signaled to come on, and when I joined the party Sally had been packed with the squaw hitch and now we could travel light again. I tell you, it was a big relief to get those loads transferred to Sally. Even the Red Foxes were glad to be rid of theirs. Things looked bright. We were over the range; we had this stroke of luck, in running right upon Sally; the trail was fair; and the way seemed open. It wouldn't be many hours now before the Red Fox231 Scouts could branch off for the railroad,

Sant. "We're liable to wake those two fellows up, aren't we?""What if we do?" put in his partner, Scout Ward. "Three of us can guard them, and the other two can chase the burro.""No," said Major Henry. "I think we can rope her and be off before those renegades know anything about it. Can you, Fitz?"Fitz nodded, eager. "Then take the rope, and go after her."Fitz did. He was a boss roper, too. You wouldn't believe it, of a one-armed boy, but it was so. All we Elk Scouts could throw a rope some. A rope comes in pretty handy, at times. Most range horses have to be caught in the corral with a rope, and knowing how to throw a rope

sneaked through the trees, and crossed the creek, farther up, wading to his ankles, and advanced upon Sally. Sally divided her attention between him and us, and finally pricked her ears at him alone. She knew what was being tried. Coming out into the open space Fitz advanced slower and slower, step by step. He had his rope ready&mdash;the coil was on his stump, and the lash end was in his teeth, and the noose trailed by his side, from his good hand. We glanced from him and Sally to the lean-to, and back again, for the campers were sleeping peacefully. If only they would not wake and spoil matters. Sally held her head high, suspicious and