Let me step down from my "It's my birthday, and all I got was this $2 change purse" high horse for a moment to profusely thank my bestest buddy, Mabel. She arrived at my classroom slightly before noon today, bearing gifts. And she wasn't even teaching today! Sing her praises with me:" On the eighth day of my birthday, my buddy brought to me...4 losing MegaMillions tickets for tax purposes, 3 birthday cards, 2 scratch-off tickets, and a small round cake with buttercream icing." Yeah! We'll take our act on the road. Perhaps on that Idol show thingy. I think we sounded great!
The cards were a hoot. The first one showed two white-haired old ladies chatting. "My pool boy thinks I'm hot." The other replies, "You ARE hot. That pool boy is correct." And inside, the words of wisdom: "We'll always be good for each other." I heartily agree, Mabel. And that card was in reference to this flash from the past: 'Truckload of Hot Cabana Boys'. Eat your hearts out, people. For my birthday gifts, AND my pool boys.
The next card was 'Tips from Helen, the almost-licensed party planner.' Helen advises us that when seating guests, it is not a good idea to place all the shallow people together. She recommends a pattern of 'shallow-deep-shallow-moody-shallow-deep...' But Mabel and I, the perfect mixers, can sit anywhere.
The third card was musical, by cracky! It has a picture of a young girl with both index fingers plunged into her nostrils up to the second knuckle. A young girl who looks somewhat like me as a toddler. And when you open it, it plays DISCO. Boogie Wonderland, to be specific. And it says, "It's your birthday. Can you dig it?" Which is very cute and all, but the more I mull it over, I wonder if Mabel is trying to tell me something. Surely not.
Thanks a bunch, Mabel, for remembering my birthday, even though I've forgotten yours every year but ONE, and for the birthday wishes phone call at 6:00 a.m. on my birthday, and for saving my loot and bringing it to me on the first day back at school since my birthday.
YOU ROCK!
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Ah memories. What wonderful cabana boys you have, my dear. Ever hear from them anymore? I bet they're legal now!
Diva,
I knew you would remember my cabana boys. What's this talk of legality? Surely you are not suggesting any improprieties! Those boys DID glance at me suspiciously every now and then, what with my camera following their every move. "I'm making a record of our pool installation!" I shouted from the back porch. Notice that I did not include the prepositional phrase 'for my husband'.
Well, I've always thought the prepositional phrase "for my husband" is quite unnecessary most of the time anyway.
Diva,
I admit to thinking at times 'my husband' is quite unnecessary.
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