I understand, it's hard to find a place in your small apartment for a big, antique menorah. I know you've got wine, this is for you.
Do you think that by repeating the word "book" I'll believe that it's a book more fervently?
Is this snow globe implying that I am Jabba the Hutt and Boba Fett is giving me the gift of a captured Han Solo? I appreciate the gift but I don't dig the judgment about my weight thank you very much.
You make some seriously rockin' burgers.
Drink out of these mugs over the holidays pointedly in front of your parents when you fly home to visit. Maybe they'll learn how to text.
I do lament that more of my writing implements don't smell like sugar cookies.