Do-Bes and Don't-Bes
I'm a Do-Be because I have put up new eBay auctions: the chapbooks Liquor For Christmas and Con Party at Hotel California as well as the very limited (and increasingly rare) hardcover-edition Crown of Thorns chapbook. Also, hardcover first editions of Drawing Blood, Guilty But Insane, and Antediluvian Tales.
I'm a Don't-Be because I handled my funds unwisely, and today, even after a visit to the Ever Popular CoinStar machine, I found that I could not afford to buy cat food and ship the packages I currently owe to auction winners. So I bought the cat food. I'm sorry for the delay, y'all. I'll ship as soon as some of the Paypal cash clears my bank account -- tomorrow, I hope.
CoinStar is always such a letdown. You save your change for four years and end up with, like, $19. I guess it's because I hardly ever put quarters in my change bank.
[ETA: As I was typing this, I heard children giggling outside the window. I peeked out and saw three or four kids daring each other to get a pepper off my barely-hanging-in-there Padron pepper bush, which I am just letting go to seed anyway. Eventually they dashed up to the flowerbed, made their grabs, and went pelting off, shrieking, each with a very hot pepper in hand. I don't mind neighbors picking a bit from my garden, but I confess amusement at the thought of them trying to eat those Padrons. Then again, they are New Orleans kids.]
I'm a Don't-Be because I handled my funds unwisely, and today, even after a visit to the Ever Popular CoinStar machine, I found that I could not afford to buy cat food and ship the packages I currently owe to auction winners. So I bought the cat food. I'm sorry for the delay, y'all. I'll ship as soon as some of the Paypal cash clears my bank account -- tomorrow, I hope.
CoinStar is always such a letdown. You save your change for four years and end up with, like, $19. I guess it's because I hardly ever put quarters in my change bank.
[ETA: As I was typing this, I heard children giggling outside the window. I peeked out and saw three or four kids daring each other to get a pepper off my barely-hanging-in-there Padron pepper bush, which I am just letting go to seed anyway. Eventually they dashed up to the flowerbed, made their grabs, and went pelting off, shrieking, each with a very hot pepper in hand. I don't mind neighbors picking a bit from my garden, but I confess amusement at the thought of them trying to eat those Padrons. Then again, they are New Orleans kids.]