Thursday, September 4, 2008
"Thanks for the cabbage".
That's what my niece used to say when I paid her for baby-sitting. Scrambling to urbanize myself to the word's new nuance, I aimed not embarrass myself further by glancing around for the pot of borscht or pan of holopshi.
Turns out "cabbage" means "cash". Who knew.
Friday of hippy week. This bag brought to you by: a ziploc bag of quilt squares that I bought at Morris thrift shop for $0.25; the remnants of Arianna's home ec project; a "Hello Kitty" hanky (unused, I venture to say...) from Niverville thrift; that floral sheet from Brandon yard sale; and the strap comes mostly from an anonymous doner. Anonymous because we had zero luck in meeting, and she graciously put her donation on her deck, which my husband graciously went and picked up for me. He's kind of like the Value Village truck that way....
So, thanks for the cabbage.
Last weekend's deposits and donations brought us up to $8,262.00.
That's a whole lotta borscht.
Leave your numbers here until 6 pm, cst.