Today is Pookie's birthday.  He is old.  We're taking up a collection for a walker and a case of  Metamucil. 

   Now, I know y'all just exhausted your typing fingers wishing my boy a Happy Birthday, but it won't kill ya to do it again for Pookie.    Why should you?  He puts up with ME, people.   His infinite patience in the face of ME, should net him some birthday wishes, at the very least.  

  Plus, since we just gave the trailer dealership a big wad of cash and one of our children, and we're now saving for vacation, Pookie is going presentless this year.

   Now, before you think me a total bitch (shut up), we AGREED that he didn't need birthday gifts and I didn't need Mother's Day gifts, so that we could save some moolah.  And I did get him a card. I even remembered to give it to him.   Which? Really not like me, at all. 

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    Y'all remember how I have no problem blatantly asking customers to bring me stuff, mostly because sometimes it WORKS?    This doesn't just work with donuts.  I've had customers bring me fried chicken (God Bless Harland Sanders), Taco Bell (mmmm, Chalupas!) and various homemade goodies.  

    Well, today a customer mentioned that he was going Mother's Day shopping and I mentioned that I'm a mother and that he should bring me something.   He asked me what my favorite color is and I told him orange.  He replied that I was not making things easy on him. 

  Pookie would have been happy to tell him that making things easy for people is not really a priority for me, but he wasn't there. 

   So anyway..the guy brings me a bag of oranges!   My favorite fruit (right after Elton John) and favorite color, all in one fell swoop!   Oh, and he also brought us all cheesecake.   We're all a little bit in love with him now, in a platonic, food seeking kind of way. 

 

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