Marvin wrote a song using lines from songs from 1983. Who loves himself? Anyway, this is what he did all afternoon while I was at the Nester's.
The Nester is my friend from blogging. When I was a new blogger, way back in 2007, I noticed I had 294757283003 hits from this blog one day, so I clicked on it. She had written an entire ode to me, I am not even kidding you, and of course I loved it because I heart me so bad.
To make a long story even agonizingly longer, we ended up meeting, because we both live in North Carolina, and we fell in love and put many plates on a wall.
The Nester is an interior decorator, so when she invites you to a party at her home, I am just saying, be prepared to think that your home is an entire dumpy piece of dung doodle. I have no idea what dung doodle is, but it sounds gross, doesn't it?
Even her treats were pretty. I mean, I slap some Doritos in a paper bowl. Anyway, I would force you to look at everything stunning in Nester's house, including her CHOCOLATE LAB DOGGIE! but my stupid stupid stupid camera battery died after I got in her vestibule.
Basically she is likable and I am not.
The point is, she was having a sale of items that she sells on her blog. The items all have Bible verses on them, and when she invited me, she said, "I know that is so your decorating style. Bible verses. So come anyway and you are forbidden to buy anything."
But then there was a really pretty necklace that I would show you but did I mention my camera died? And it did not have a Bible verse on it but even if it had I might have wanted it because it's not like I am the devil or something, and it was $32 and Marvin and I have $100 to our name. Yes. $100.
So I knew I really could NOT buy anything at said party and this is how gracious the Nester is. After the saleslady gave her spiel, she said, "And now the Nester wants to say a few words." And the Nester said, "I will not know who here bought stuff and who didn't. If you cannot afford to buy anything, that's okay."
How much do you love her? And how much did the sales people want to slap her, do you think?
At any rate, I was standing over at the display table, and that necklace was hanging from the Nester's most elegant chandelier, that I wish I could show you, along with that CHOCOLATE LAB DOGGIE!, and out of nowhere came the Nester, who took the necklace off the chandelier and gave it to me.
She just gave it to me! She said, "Oh, they said I could give some things away off this table."
Who rocks? Is it the Nest? And is my new necklace pretty? And do I wish I could show it to you?
I really must admit that I just have to get a new camera battery. I have charged that one up since the time Laura Ingalls and I went on that road trip. Lifted our petticoats and got Mardi Gras beads.
Oh! And then when we left we all got a free bird! Not a Freebird, like the song, and not a real bird flitting around, because that poor thing would last a long time in this house o' feline action. No. Scroll back up to the top picture of Nester and me at the plates. See how that bird is flying right into my head, never to be seen again once it hits that hair? A bird like that.
So basically I ate all Nester's food, got a free necklace, a free bird, sang Freebird, and left. Without buying anything.
I do not know why I don't hear from the Nester more often.