And the card attached would say

Now that I work during the DAY! (No it hasn't gotten old yet), I can check out all the cute little city shops that taunted me back when I was on dungeon duty. So to make up for lost time, I leisurely browsed around in Greer, weighing the value of each and every item in the store with my hands, my heart and my wallet.

There are so many clever little things in that store, among them a pack of tiny thank you cards. I thought they were cute, but didn't buy them. And then somebody gave me one.

The 1 7/8" by 2 7/8" card, on a stripedy bedspread.

And on the back:

"Please reuse"

You know how I like to follow directions, so I carefully tucked it away for just the right moment and have sent it along to a very deserving recipient. CC went to Greece and Cyprus and brought back a souvenir that was just perfect for me:

An age-old Hellenic symbol to protect me from haters.

Everybody knows how superstitious I am, especially cc, who researched and explained the how this symbol is used to ward off bad things, from curses to bad-hair days. And, while I haven't decided if I completely believe in that stuff, I do know that I need all the help I can get--especially in the departments of catching trains and matching clothing. Thanks cc, you rock!



Speaking of people who rock, Radioactive Jam says I'm a




How awesome is that?

YOU rock, Jam. You got an honorable mention and you're a boy.



I happen to think Jinius rocks. Recently, she nearly gave up on her blog but decided to give it another shot. Plus she can appreciate the subtleties of Golden Girls and has a near reverence for food. Keep on truckin', Jinius!