what do you get for a friend you've known for twenty some odd years for her 22nd birthday? well, the obvious answer is Jonahtan Strange and Mr. Norrell, a book you told her about months ago, but what do you do when her mother purchases the book before you can mail it? i've tried to come up with something creative for my nearest and dearest bucket, but no such luck. i wrote a couple hikus but they are all along the lines of:
owning a hedgehog
especially a drunk one
will seal a friendship
or:
removing a fly
from many flat surfaces
is quick with hatchet
not very birthday worthy. no, no i need something perfect. something that says "wow, raising two drunk hedgehogs and creating a mythical forest meant a lot to me these past years even if i received many many unnecessary mosquito bites". well, i will come up with something soon. maybe a limerick.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
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This was such a nice birthday message to find before I went to bed last night. I was a happy and slighty weepy bucket. :-) (That should not be confused with "leaky bucket", an entirely different condition.) I must again apologize for (1) my mother's dastardly perception (if you would like a list of books I do not own, HHGTTG is at the top of it) and (2) all the mosquito bites. (Why are all the prettiest picnic places always by a swamp?)
In other news, your Indian name will now be "Is-Quick-With-Hatchet".
Incidentally, I just took a rather generous swig of apple cider that has apparently gone bad. I don't know how the hedgehogs stand this stuff.
Anyway: Many thanks, Fabulous Bucket.
Now THIS is poetry I can sink my teeth into.
Anon., you don't own HHGGTG?! Who will I borrow it from once I'm done with "Kavalier" then?! Surely not the public library, who I still owe oodles upon oodles of late fines to for "Rosencrantz"'s now 2-year dissapearance.
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