But here are things I would buy the people in my life, whom I have never met, if I could:
button. One: its price--isn't it ironic that. . . . . nope, not going to do that. That leads to Alannis and April Wine and nothing else good. Leave it at this: I would buy it in platinum and diamonds for you if I could, if only for Whiteboard Wednesdays, which have let me know that I am not alone.
For Jenny, The Bloggess:
these would end up: inside an alligator vagina? I'm not Neil Gaiman but one day I hope to meet you, put on some wigs, take some Xanax, and talk about taxidermy.
To Unknown Mami, I would like to present this:
Unknown maybe, Mami, but not in a brown paper bag. You. Are Fabulous.
SubWow, thanks for visiting, thanks for the comments, thanks for the laffs. You really do have a heart of gold:
Also black, crimson and looks like some pewter. All those things.
Emi, I want you to have sunshine and fruity cocktails at some point this long Swedish winter, so if I could, I would send you here for two weeks--with a nanny:
It's in Belize.
It's a big world out there; some of you are in my neighborhood, or at least on my continent, and some of you aren't. But almost every day you make me feel like we're sharing a coffee over the fence. Thanks for the gifts.