I'm Very Sorry

The Crotchety Old Lady has threatened me with bodily harm gently reminded me that pestering you, my favorite reader asking anyone for gifts commemorating my birth, my bloggiversary, or even National Joe Day, is in poor taste. She also yelled at the top of her lungs kindly suggested that perhaps I had enough useless crap I was blessed with all that I needed.

She also wanted me to let everyone know that she doesn't shop for my gifts at the Texaco station (despite the faint aroma of Hi-test) as plenty of places sell Slim Jims and car air fresheners. She also suggested that I wouldn't need as many car air fresheners if my diet didn't include so many Slim Jims, but that is a debate for another day.

It looks like I am going to have to write a letter to the birthday fairy to get everything on my list.


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