As I was helping friends pack for their upcoming move tonight, I found a bag with containers of protein powder covered in Playa Dust. It reminded me of this:

So, Ajax has gone to Burning Man a few times. After one of those times, I went to the kitchen one morning to make myself a protein shake. Ajax was away somewhere on business. I noticed that the protein shake didn't have much taste. He usually gets vanilla flavored but maybe this was unflavored, unsweetened?

Confused, I texted or called him to ask him what kind of protein powder it was. Maybe he got another brand and put it in the container that was on top of the fridge? He laughed and told me that it wasn't protein powder; it was Playa dust.

And so, my friends, I have ingested Burning Man and that is why I never need to go. And that's how my husband lived to die another day . . . and classify me as a saint. He also learned to put the Playa dust container in the shed after I screamed at him and said "Playa dust doesn't belong in the kitchen!!!"

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