November 14, 2008By Mara Levinsky Posted: Nov 14, 2008
In this office, we do our best to put to good use the various sundry things that get sent to us as part of fan campaigns. For example, I proudly use my "Thorsten Kaye, Our TV Boyfriend" pens all day long. And, of course, if the gift is edible, the staff valiantly consumes the candy/chocolate cake/oatmeal raisin cookies/other high-calorie treats. But recently, my editor, Stephanie Sloane, received a gigantic box of balls of different sizes from a gentleman in Texas who was advocating for the DiMera men on DAYS to get their balls back, and we were somewhat puzzled as to how to make sure they didn't go to waste. Poring over the contents, I found the teeniest, tiniest orange balls, and Steph let me bring them home to my teacup yorkie, Dewey. I can't promise that any inroads will be made in the masculinization of the Salemites, but I can provide this proof of our efforts not to be wasteful!