Here I thought going all “Witness Relocation Program” and moving to a new house would get me out of the White Elephant junk stream, but nooooo…
I mean: I was afraid something awful that moving would kick me out of the White Elephant herd. That and not playing along with the latest round. But I should know better. There’s a reason rocking chair’s (the Patron Saint of all things Albino Pachydermy) Indian name is “Kindness With Nice Shoes”. (Sometimes Indian names can be way too inscrutable.)
You know, just the other day I was saying: “Man! I could really use some girly pink stationery with flowers on it!”. Although if you weren’t listening closely enough it sounded more like: “Winning the lottery would be good.” You know what came in the mail today? A winning lottery ticket! Only it looked just like girly pink stationery with flowers on it. What more could I ask for? Especially since this package was a complete surprise. Nothing! I could ask for nothing more! And yet there was more stuff in there because rock is a giving person that way.
If I told you I have a shiny new lanyard, would you be jealous? Of course you would. This would cause you no end of grief. So, following the Teachings of st. chair, I won’t tell you about the lanyard. Or the Hello Kitty washcloth.
Thanks rocking chair! Yer the Best!
Love and mushy stuff,
-Rue.
