Farewell Blue Knife

My new swiss army knife for my key chain finally arrived! I'm so excited!

 

Black with snowflakes? How could I resist even if it was a tiny bit more expensive? Snowflakes are "my thing." (My middle name means snow.)

This replaces the swiss army knife I had confiscated at the airport flying out of Salt Lake.  I had that old blue knife for something like 15 years.  I got it as a teenager and had it on my key chain ever since.  It is a testament to my obnoxious anal retentiveness that I managed not to lose it in all that time.  I took over 30 plane flights in that time, always remembering to either leave it at home or put it in my checked bags.  But I finally forgot.  I remembered to put it in my checked luggage for our flight out to Utah, but I accidentally left it in my purse after using it to mend all those wedding clothes at the ceremony.  When I got to security, they pulled the pocket knife out of my purse and politely offered that I could go buy a prepaid mailer in the nearby shop so I could mail it to myself.  I declined.  I had long ago lost the tweezers and the toothpick from that thing, and the plastic face was starting to chip off.

Little blue knife, you had a good run, but it was time for me to move on. Finally an excuse to get a new one!