Sunday, September 3, 2017

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?

19 comments:

  1. Closing poolio this early? THat's like wearing white after, you know, tomorrow.

    THat Hick is some kind of thoughtful.

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    1. Hick IS thoughtful, on rare occasions. Poolio being covered this early is unusual. Hick used to wait until after, you know, TODAY.

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  2. Val--Jamming your hand down his pants pocket might have made something rise up... But I doubt it would have been that penny.

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    1. We'll never know now, because I restrained myself. I think because of that little girl being a witness.

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  3. I saw a penny when I got out of my car yesterday and thought of you :-)

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    1. If you didn't pick it up, it was meant for someone else!

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  4. It's getting harder for me to bend over to pick up a penny. Sometimes when I spot one, I have to drop a quarter alongside it just to make the struggle worthwhile. I think Hick is a Prince.

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    1. Heh, heh. Now I'll think of you when I see a quarter on the ground.

      Hick is a Prince. Sometimes an evil one, but still a Prince. I don't know what I'd do without him. Okay. A lot less work and complaining. But still...I want him around, just not around ME.

      Writing about Hick's good points would be pretty boring. So I try to balance it out--about 1 good story for every 25 bad ones.

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  5. Maybe a tad obsessed, but at least the little girl was honest and gave it back to the man, didn't shove it in her own pocket.
    I LOVE the penny-vase :)

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    1. Good thing that little girl didn't shove the penny in her own pocket! Because then it would by ON! I won't rough up an elderly gentleman, but a spry young whippersnapper takes Val's penny at her own risk.

      That penny-vase is kind of like what you described as a good container for treasures.

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  6. That little circle window may have contained a magic jewel.
    Almost sounds like Hick is courting you. Okay, let's have a contest, how many pennies will Val's glass dish hold?

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    1. More than she's got in there now!!

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    2. We'll have to wait until it's full, and then I'll have a contest!

      Magic jewel? Good thing it's gone. I'm lucky I don't have a giant beanstalk growing through my back porch deck, thanks to Hick's treasure-seeking behavior.

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  7. Hick did good Val, that is the perfect dish for your obsession, I mean pennies from heaven.

    I think when you start jamming your hands into elderly men's pockets and rummaging around you just may find more than pennies, yes an obsession may begin to rise when you start this.

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    1. I see what you did there!

      Oh, I get it. You mean...like...um...a tin of snuff, right? In an old man's pocket...

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  8. Nice glass goblet, and today I picked up a penny in your honor.

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    1. There's some room in my goblet! Hope your back isn't out of whack!

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  9. In my mind's eye I see you taking mister down to get that penny!!

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    1. Had his bones not appeared so brittle, I might have tried to PERSUADE him to cough up my rightful penny!

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