Why is it so easy to think of gifts for your friends, and so difficult for family?
I went down to the antique market with the idea in the back of my mind that I have three birthdays to buy for (mom, aunt, pseudo sister-in-law) by next weekend and I just kept drawing blanks. How annoying for a reader to come from a family that doesn't read. My brother Marc and I are the only bookworms in the lot which makes buying presents for each other ridiculously easy, but everyone else is a major pain.
Came home with nada though I did see something that would have been a perfect
soda gift had I needed one (and had I not forgotten to take even $10 in cash with me).
Returned my movie and paid my parking ticket. It turned out to be $20, not $7, which made me mad that I hadn't picked up the form to fight it. I paid it anyway but scribbled a pithy note on the ticket about the arbitrary parking geeks. As if they care.
Back to the backyard.