CURSIN’

I had a friend who put a curse on me. When we were moving from Ohio my friend gave me a gift. It was something to hang on a hook in my kitchen window which she had gotten at an art fair and was really lovely. I was very pleased and expressed my thanks. She said I really shouldn’t thank her because every time I saw it in my new home I was cursed to think of her. It no longer hangs in my window, but when I do run across it in a drawer, I still think of her.

Now I always put a curse on small gifts to friends.