Happy September first. Just as a reminder, you have plenty of time to get a gift for my birthday. I'll need a lot of comforting as I'll be 37. If I was a Thoroughbred racehorse, I'd be dead. As it is, I'm just an unemployed unpublished writer who occassionally amuses with a blog post or two. Surely keeping my tiny little mind from going pop is a good enough cause to contribute to. Here are a few gift ideas:
- Oh. My. God.
- My own cult...oh, heck, I could share it with Peter Gabriel if I'm in a good mood
- Come to think of it, just send a red ribbon around Peter Gabriel and I'll be all set for my mid-life crisis.
If you can't manage any of those, I'd be honored if you were kind to an animal as a gift not only to me, but to the world. Heck, start now and maybe you won't feel guilty about that turkey at Thanksgiving.