#362: World's Best!
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| Greenwich Village, NYC |
This reminds me of those "World's Greatest Dad" mugs or "#1 Brother" pencils I used to buy at my elementary school's annual pre-Christmas fair ("Santa's Secret Shop" I believe the bustling lunchroom was called for one capitalistic day), that mind-boggling array of hunks of crap useless garbage trinkets and do-dads we'd proudly purchase with money inevitably "borrowed" from said World's Greatest Mom or Dad. My mom still has one of these mirrors I gave her, a surprisingly hardy red plastic affair that she still carries in her purse, though that was a more modest one that just said "MOM." I'm sure she received her share of fawning "Awesomest Coolest Mom, Like, Ever" knick-knacks from four kids and countless seasons of Santa's Secret Shop gift-giving, but looks like the simple approach fared best in the long run.
Now I don't know how my other 362s would feel about this tendentious "World's Best" boast, but to avoid any hurt feelings, let's just say -- if anyone asks -- they're all the greatest, too.
2 comments:
So, you're back counting down again. Glad of that. Ironically, it will be exactly 363 days before my next birthday. Hope your holidays were fun.
Hi Pierre! Yeah, I decided I liked the way the countdown looks on the page -- counting up looks backwards to me. Happy birthday and nice to see you around.
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