I'm always thankful that Grayson isn't in charge of our fiscal spending. Otherwise we'd be the proud owners of a rocket fishing rod and gallons of moon sand and floam. But I was especially thankful to be in sole possession of the family credit card on my birthday last month, when Grayson revealed that the bike he got me was nice and all, but what he REALLY wanted to get me was an eyeball. "Huh?" I asked. "I've already got two good ones. You think I need a third?" He clarified that this eyeball would be a special one, one that could look all the way to Ripon so that I could see my mom anytime I wanted too. "And I would even pay for the doctor to wrench it in for you," he added. Sometimes, it really is the thought that counts.
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