It was my birthday on Saturday.
Some people came to the gathering I organized. And some of those people gave me presents.
One of those people is my friend Ali*.
She gave me a little brown box that had a note reading “Hopefully this is just like you imagined…”
Intriguing.
Inside was a little golden box.
Did I imagine a little golden box? “I don’t get it.”
Ali is looking like she is about to burst with the glee from a million baby bunnies bippity-hopping around in her head. “You have to open it!”
Alright.
Inside is a big round locket with a peacock pattern on the front.
Now, I do like lockets. And this locket is pretty crazy, in a cool way. But I am almost certain that I have never articulated a vision of a big brassy locket with a peacock feather pattern on it. Like 97% certain.
I look at Ali.
“Maggie! Open it!”
So I open it. And inside, there is a picture of Ali and her husband, Cooper. But not just any picture. It’s one of their Christmas photo pictures. The one in which they’ve dressed up as Wisconsonian nerds from the 70’s.
It is a photo that I love and a photo that I did declare I’d love to have in a locket. Although I only remember saying that with 7% certainty. But it sounds like something I would say, and now that I have a locket with this photo in it, I am certain that I really would like to have this photo in a locket.
And I was absolutely gobsmacked with astonishment. This little delightful treasure! This nugget of ridiculous creativity and bizarro weird humor! It is mine!
*This is to be pronounced like Alley Cat and not like Muhammad Ali.
margaret edith 