My Neighbor, Wilma Flinstone, knows me well. She gave me this little change purse as a Christmas present. Has anyone else out there overdosed on volunteer work?
For me it was the sixth grade silent auction (to raise money for an end of the year camping trip) that sent me over the edge. Knowing this is, I assume, why inside the change purse was a compact miror featuring a very glamorous babe posing in front of a high rise hotel. “I love not camping,” she says.