for love and money
Blanca, a Salvadoranean friend of mine, had her mother send me a good luck charm from Salvador. I have to wrap it in green for money luck…and not just any old shade of green; a particular shade of moneyish looking green…and red for love. I am wrapping mine in both because what good will the money do me if I lose my love.
I did not ask her what type of bone or tendon this is. I was too surprised by the gift, and the seriousness with which it was given, to ask what it was. I just scrambled around looking for the correct green and red until Blanca was satisfied. Plus…one of my goals this year is to make a bunch of money. I wasn’t about to look a good luck money charm in the, in the whatever.
I have to carry it with me at all times. I have taken to wearing my purse around my neck all day long…even indoors. It is hanging off my shoulder as I write. I haven’t slept with it yet. How many boners does a woman my age want in bed at any one time…heh heh heh. William finds it really creepy so he probably wouldn’t take to me sleeping with it either and thus the “love” part of the charm might become tarnished. Everyone else who has seen it thinks it is really cool and wants one of their own. I really do love where I live and the people I know!
Maybe Blanca’s mother could start a new business…this could be where our money will come from! We will sell Salvadoranean boner charms to Americans. I should probably find out what it is first. Several friends think it comes from the private parts of some critter, but I think that is just the salacious temperament of those particular friends. A Peruvian friend of mine thinks it is a lucky rabbit’s foot…not quite like the fuzzy ones I remember from my childhood.
Seriously, though, wasn’t it really sweet of Blanca’s mother in Salvador to do this for me. I already really like the Salvadoranean people I know and I am madly in love with Salvadoranean restaurants. I now have still another reason to spend my time eating pupusas…the Salvadoranean grilled cheese sandwich. As an aside here, why is it that the Salvadoraneans can give me two freshly hand-made thick tortillas stuffed with cheese and lightly fried for $3.60 and it costs like $6.00 for one single American grilled cheese?