My lang-sufferin wayf Rosie O'Keyser O'Beirne wrote, not long ago at all:
"ok, santa baby, the best way to find out what's on my mind is to go to my amazon wishlist, it's all under ctice@nybooks.com. Just ignore the diamond earrings, I plan to have those on there for a while (platinum no less) in case Santa gets fresh. But as he's a bargain hunter (check out Galway's finest offers) he shouldn't complain about the other requests. There is that book that A. Elf hoped to give me last year, that never did turn up. So, Toots, if you paid for that, you should get your money back! How appropriate the title was "Out of Sheer Rage." Ha! I'm still wanting it, believe it or not.xxoo rosie"
Now I can't think who she wouldda been ragin' at: it couldna been me... so it mast of been someone else entirely.
(Probably her dare mather, God bless her soul.)
Anyway there are still plenty of present ideas on her wishlist (although Santa has already got her the few that were under US$ 25.)
Ho Ho Ho!
Love,
Santa
Sorry, I just noticed, because of techno-dumminess, that I have two wishlists, one has several items, and the other only has two items,
Sorry Santa!
Posted by: rosie | December 14, 2006 at 05:28 PM
Sorry, I just noticed, because of techno-dumminess, that I have two wishlists, one has several items, and the other only has two items,
Sorry Santa!
Posted by: rosie | December 14, 2006 at 05:29 PM