Money

I was Scrooge, but now I'm Tiny Tim

While perusing comments I saw one from Juice about her buying me and the Mother Superior a drink.  Sumbitch, I did some investigating and discovered that Leo,  my Amazon money monkey, has been hiding my stash, drinking my booze, and messing with my woman.  Leo has been dealt with, but the records got all wet, so help me out here.  Sometimes people prefer to remain anonymous, but when dealing with Amazon you have to specifically request that your identity be released to the donee or you'll be anonymous anyway (I still get the moolah though, but they only report once a month).   In the past this has caused some hard feelings, and I apologize.  At any rate, I didn't even know this money was there.  Holy crap  We'll be eating goose on Monday, instead of veggie burgers. Thank you  -- Very much. While I'm talking about the Juicer, she sent me this e-mail earlier.  In a nutshell, and I may get some of this a little wrong, but here's what happened.  Like many of us, Joyce has been looking for fun things in life, and opening her heart to loving people even though some of them might be the c***suckers responsible for selling the country down  .... STOP.  Anyway, she's trying to be happy, and spread the joy.  In that pursuit she sent off two links that struck her as funny.  One was  Santa's Worst  Day.  The other was "15 things you don't know about your penis."  She meant for her husband to get both links,  while others on her mailing list (like her nephew, minister, daughter's boyfriend, banker, and the kid who cleans the pool) were meant to get the Santa link.  Of course things got reversed.  The more I think about it, the more it's like Elaine sending Christmas cards with an exposed nipple.  Too funny. Thanks Joyce, and kind strangers (e-mail your identity and I'll slobber like a cocker spaniael).  :)