I think I am easy to buy for, but not everyone agrees. Certainly, a high percentage of gifts I receive do seem to end up at the thrift shop. My sister, however, understands the way to my heart–and my personal style. The Cackler blew into Itchy Ankle with a suitcase full of carefully chosen delights . These included:
A dish mop modeled on Diana Ross
Six small glasses
Tayto cheese and onion crisps (already eaten)
A vibrating mascara (not pictured here)
Once in Itchy Ankle, she was unable to resist buying me a ceramic crab clock.
She has baked two pies and done the washing up. How lucky am I?