Fleeting observations, very short stories, brief histories, and amazing tales of derring-do.
Stay away from that button tin! Stand back while you still can! I was happy that my wife wanted to collect buttons. They're cheap and take up less room that cookie jars, I said to myself. Twenty years into it, and neither is true.
Snowbrush: Buttonmania? Button eyes and button noses? Buttons for breakfast, lunch and dinner? My imagination is picturing the worst!
Cabinets of buttons. Drawers of buttons. Walls of buttons. Me? Broke, hungry, dressed in rags that have no buttons.
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