So, my birthday's coming on Friday the 13th (lucky me!). I know you're all wondering what to get the girl who has everything (i.e., a thrift store wardrobe, an astonishing dandelion collection, several dozen complexes), and I figure you'd like some suggestions. How about . . .
. . . a closet full of Anthropologie?*
. . . a trip to Iceland?
. . . "the works" at an Aveda hair salon and day spa?
. . . a lifetime membership to a gym?
. . . my very own sauna?
Or maybe you weren't planning to spend hundreds and hundreds of dollars on me this year. Eh, well, your loss on the sky miles. We've all got our budgets to consider; truly, I understand. I would be a real hypocrite to hold your empty pockets against you.
So maybe what you need is an economical idea for my 43rd. (Yes, that is what I said: FORTY-THIRD. I'm a Beatles baby. You've got a problem with my age?) Well, here's a thought: send me a photo of yourself.
Of course, I only want photos from people who love me, or at least like me enough to genuinely call me a friend. Honest! I would be thrilled! See, I have this photo album that I have reserved for mug shots of dear ones, something I can pull out when a day goes wrong (like that ever happens, huh?), and I need to get my bearings and answer the burning question: "Who loves ya, baby?" My album is none too full right now, and I think that isn't because I'm a total loser, but because I haven't solicited pictures properly.
So now I'm soliciting. If you want your face to fit into my Album of Love, a 4"x6" print (or smaller, if you must) will work. I am not quite pathetic enough to post my street address for all the stalking world to see, but here's the next worst thing: go to aitch tee tee pee etc. trystpress dot com, click on the contact link in the sidebar, and voila, you will find a P.O. box number where you can send your pretty face and it will find its way to me. Or you could hand-deliver, if you live close by and want to save a stamp. (It is fun to get mail though.)
I think everyone needs a "Who loves you, baby?" book. That, and a quiet book for church. And an iPod. (I'm getting mine tomorrow!!! Thanks, Rob!!!)
*And for future reference, I'm an Anthropologie 6/small above and an 8/medium below, and my feet are a whoppin' 9-1/2. Something to think about at tax refund time. I'm just sayin'.