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Dear Thrillist,

I love you, I really do; but in this week’s missive on Makr Carry Goods, one of my town’s many laboratories of great stuff, you called us “Orlando of all places.”

That hurts, Thrillist.  We’re not just some humid cowtown full of yeehaws, airboats, and moonshine.  Let me list for you our innovations:  *NSYNC.  Orange juice.  The space shuttle.  The Kerouac Project (he lived here when On the Road was published, and typed Dharma Bums in a little house downtown).   EA Tiburon, which produces, like, every great sports video game every played.  Not one, but two mayors–take that, bureaucracy!  The best weather in the continental US.  An airport so clean and entertaining that you won’t mind when the flight back to your city, of all places, is delayed.

Oh, I could go on.  (Wayne Brady, anyone?  Not to mention Tiger Woods lives right down the street from me.  What up, T!  See you at Perkins this weekend.)

But you get it, right?  We may be barraged by hurricanes, plagued by terrible accents, and littered with strip malls, but that certainly doesn’t stifle our creativity.

We are smart, resilient, sweaty, and often drunk–just think of all the alcohol you can mix with fresh squeezed OJ!  Also, we excel at driving long distances on crowded highways.

So it’s no surprise that Makr is creating perfect leather goods right in our midst.  Come and visit; our roller coasters might rattle some sense into you.

xO,

Anna

This porcelain detergent bottle can hold your bourbon, or your laundry soap.  Just not at the same time, thank you very much.

You might have heard:  green is the new black, which means emerald is the new neutral.

For our upcoming Summer Beach Tour ‘09, my daughter wants a backpack to haul her assorted comb, rock, squirt gun, and My Little Pony collection around.  (Translation:  I’m tired of her stuff rattling around in the bottom of my purse.)  I’m going to splurge on this kitty sack, because I’m thinking that it will get its second wind during her high school Harajuku phase.

Are you going away this weekend?  If so, cheers; if not, then lather yourself with this bar of Island Coconut soap, which smells like delightfully like the Hawaiian Tropic coconut oil of my crispy, burnt youth.