The Lint Ball Seasons of Your Life Won’t Last Forever
Sophistication and indulgence through every phase of life
“Pass me another Lint ball,” Britt says and the waves of laughter start again. We think we are so sophisticated, drinking wine from styrofoam cups, sharing the jacuzzi bathtub in the “penthouse suite” at the Baymount Inn, and eating Lint Balls — let me explain.
Sophistication is relative and ours is highlighted by a delectable chocolate truffle we affectionately have dubbed “Lint Balls”. What first comes to mind may be the stuff that collects in one’s belly button or the balls that bead up on a well-worn sweater, or the gray wadded mess that we clean out of our clothes dryers.
But, no, these lint balls are imported chocolate truffles made by Lindt chocolates. Say the name Lindt fast and it sounds like lint. Couple that with the fact that these mouth-watering treats come wrapped in individual balls like a sparkling Christmas tree ornament and you get the name “Lint Balls”!
Take a ten-hour day of work, a couple of glasses of cheap wine, some tired women, combine that with “lint balls” and, well, you get the picture.
Wine — relaxing. Lindt balls — delectable. A jacuzzi — luxurious. Laughing with good friends — true sophistication.
