Moonlight over Saint Plotniko
The Great Plotnik can cook, he can drive to his left, he can nail one board to another board and he can play the accordion, but he can NOT shop. This is not helpful in December.
He is having profound difficulties figuring out presents to buy for one person: The Great Ducknik. He knows it has to be really nice. She keeps talking about jewelry, but she doesn't really like most jewelry, and when they were in Africa all the jewelry Plotnik thought would be perfect for her she said she didn't like and the normally hard-as-nails Plotnik feels small and helpless and it's harrrddd and whine whine whine.
Still, the lights looked pretty darned nice last night as Plotnik and Ducknik cruised Union Rectangle, though it's sad to see FAO Schwartz dark again on Christmas. You can't buy a simple sweatshirt that says Saint Plotniko in Saint Plotniko, even on Powell Street, unless you want fleece.
Look closely and you will observe the moon is in the seventh house, and STILL Plotnik has not found a good present for Ducknik. Help, he says.
posted by DAK @ 10:15 AM
2 Comments:
Dear Great Plotnik,
The fact that you are looking so diligently is SO endearing to Mistress Dominik in BernalNik. What are you planning to buy for all the other Chickniks in your life (the sub-Duckniks, you know, like all the women in your writing group for example)?
I am always a fan of the handmade coupon book. "IOU fifty foot rubs" would be a great present.
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