You of course know I want it. Want it with the white-hot passion of a kid with his fat little nose pressed against the glass of the pie display counter.
I can not one whit that I have no where to put it.
I still want it.
“This is just so delightfully wrong.” I had to laugh because that is such an amazingly accurate description. I have “Hello Kitty” aficionados in my family but you can bet “Not in MY house.” $14,000? OK, It can come into my house as long as there is someone out there who will pay me twice that amount to take it out again… immediately… and I have their cash already in hand. No checks please.