Yesterday was 11/09/09

Tomorrow will be 11/11/09. Since I write the date repeatedly on the days that I work, I am inordinately tickled by the number patterns. And I have not blogged recently because I got nothing to blog about.

I would love to go to Bernie Medoff's garage sale, but I probably couldn't even afford the post-it-notes. It's being run by the government, so you know they're gonna ask top dollar. No half-off on Sunday. No clearing out push for the last hour where they will let you have everything you can stuff in a grocery bag for $3. No dickering or dealing. I mean, what fun is that going to be? They'll probably ask $500 for the everyday china, and $60 for the used sheets. I wonder if the Medoffs HAVE unmatched coffee mugs? Random pieces of silverware that don't match? Old, well-worn cashmere sweaters with pills on the elbow? (Do indecently rich people get pills on their sweaters, or do they have servants that take care of that?)

May we all have cashmere sweaters someday - with or without pills!