Tuesday, May 18, 2010

What do I want for my 41st birthday tomorrow, you ask?


Understandably, I want your change. What's in your pocket, or your purse or in your coffee can of change in the kitchen. Those two nickels, a dime and four pennies sitting in the saucer that the sick African violet lives on? Give them to me.


You can put it all in a box and leave it in front of my house in a box marked "BOOKS." Believe me, no one will touch it.


You could count it up and paypal it to me, but that defeats the sweet jingling.