When I was a kid, I went through a phase of being obsessed with rocks — finding rocks, tumbling rocks, polishing rocks, ROCKS! Did every kid do this? Probably. Anyway, my parents bought me a rock tumbler that looked similar to a pencil sharpener — this contraption:

Man I loved that thing. It was loud, so they very quickly made me move my rock tumbling operation to the garage, where I rock-tumbled my little heart out. Were my best rocks invariably the ones I purchased from that tourist shop in Gulf Shores each summer?

Yes. Do I still have a soft spot in my heart for polished rocks nonetheless? Also yes!

Have a great Day Thread, Avocados, and keep a tiger’s eye out for fool’s gold!