perfect for serving poisoned cookies on

NaBloPoMo is right out the window now, isn't it? Ah well. I wish I could say I've learned/experienced so much from the taking it on, but really, all I've learned is that quantity does not trump quality. Because the days I didn't post? I really had nothing to say. Also, I get busy. And dropping in to say a few things that are even more mundane than usual just seems like bad form to me. Which is interesting, because that's pretty much what I'm doing here today. To wit:

Yesterday I went Christmas shopping with my mom. She knows that I'm a junkie for that thrift store by her house, and most times when I meet up with her or visit her at home she's got a little something from the thrift store for me, or she's been waiting to go there with me. Mostly, she just wants company in her addiction to the place. So when I got into the car yesterday, she handed me this,



Mom: I just had to get it. It's so YOU!

Me: Thanks, it's cute. How is it so me?

Mom: Look at it. Isn't it weird?