It's Always Snarkest After the Fawn

Yes, there's a hatchet job coming up on Hick in the next few days. But for now, let's just revel in the wondrous beauty that showcases my Sweet Baboo's splendid yard sale taste.

HICK BOUGHT ME A DISH FOR MY HEAVEN-PENNIES!

He was a cool character about it, too...not telling me, but leaving it on the kitchen counter when he went to bed at 9:00 p.m., for me to find when I came upstairs at 3:00 a.m. Sitting there. Right in front of the pile of pennies. Here it is, posed outside, because my phone camera uses its flash inside, and makes everything else look like we live in the bowels of the earth.

Isn't it beautiful? Heavy glass. Non-tippy. Not likely to crack or turn over. It's not all that big.

Here it is on the rail. You might notice that Poolio is already dressed for the winter. We'll delve into this decision at a later date, after we're done admiring my precious penny cup.

Those pennies fit just fine. Hick found it at the major yard sale along I-55 on Friday. He said, "An old lady had it setting out. There were three little girls, maybe from 9 to 13, sitting there with the stuff. I asked about the vase, and one of them yelled, "Hey, Grandma! How much do you want for the vase?" I got it for 50 cents. I thought it was neat because of that little window circle. Then I thought, 'That would work for Val's pennies!'"

I still have plenty of room to work on my pennyillionaire status.
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As a footnote...today (Sunday) I was in line at the gas station chicken store. I almost had another penny for my collection! An older gentleman in line ahead of me dropped a penny! "YES!" I thought. "Another penny from heaven for Val!"

Then a little girl of about 6, whose mom was standing in the side area that's not a line, jumped forward. She bent down and picked up that penny that was rightfully mine! "Here, Mister. You dropped this." What is WRONG with people these days! Can't they teach their kids to mind their own business, and not really care about people?

Mister thanked her, and put that penny in his pocket. I bet that penny didn't even mean anything to Mister. It was all I could do not to rush up and jam my hand down his pocket and claim my penny.

You don't think I'm becoming too obsessed with this whole penny thing, do you?