The Half Pint Review: soap

For some reason, every year when my birthday approaches, I begin to half-expect some sort of monetary gift from a random family member. I was 13 the last time that happened. I'm 34 now. But the hope for a monetary surprise, via snail mail, still stubbornly persists.

This year, my birthday came and went...no random monetary gift. However, a neighborhood diner (just 3 blocks down the road) sent me a coupon for a free entree. It wasn't money, but it'll do just fine. I was 13 all over again--and it felt great.

Sometimes contentment springs from unexpected places...