Ungrateful Little Turd

Today is my nephew’s birthday. Every year since he was born I would buy him a birthday card and mail it to his home in time for him to receive it before or on his birthday. Sometimes when I had a little extra money to spend, I would buy him a small toy or gift and mail that with his birthday card. I never once got a thank you from him, and now that I think of it, he has never sent me a birthday card or a Christmas card.

Now that he is 25 years old today, I think he is old enough to have some basic manners and say thank you for thinking of him. I sent him a card a few days ago with a Starbucks gift card for $25 and I know that he has received it by now. If I don’t hear a thank you from him this week, that will be the last birthday card and last gift he ever gets from me.

Espresso

For me, espresso is the color of furniture. It is a very dark brown, almost black. It is quite stylish in some lines of furniture. I like the espresso finish on long slender and tapered legs, with white knobs of the drawers and doors.

But to my sister, espresso means a coffee drink. That woman is addicted to Starbucks and drinks espress on several times each day. Personally, I do not think that much coffee is good for anyone. But I also wonder how she can afford it several times a day, at $5 per cup?