Wackyfish

My dad just sent me an e-mail telling me I received a KQED tote bag in the mail.
This is odd.
1. I haven’t donated to KQED in a year. Not since I left. I checked my bank accounts and CC to make sure that nothing auto deducted a pledge. I haven’t sent KQED any money.
2. The last time I did pledge I was living at SMV in Mountain View and I gave them that address. So I would think any pledge gifts would be sent there and not to my parents house (which it was, it was not forwarded, it was sent there).
I can only figure that KQED freakishly found me and sent me a “Hey we think you are neat” gift. That or someone pledged in my name. If it was you then, Hey Thanks!

The other things is… I really want a KQED tote bag. I know that makes me a big Dork, but I really don’t care. KQED was my favorite local NPR station at home and I listened to it constantly. All things considered, Fresh Air, Pacific Time, The California Report, Klick and Klack, PHC, City Arts and Lectures, Says You, The commonwealth club, I loved all of these shows! So I am more than happy to carry around a bag that says, “Hey I a ‘commie, pinko, Birkenstock wearing, sprout eating, liberal’ (as an ex boyfriend used to call me) and I support local NPR radio!

And besides I carry around this (once upon a time it was) white tote bag that I got in New Orleans a few years ago. It is just big enough for my wallet, a book, a water bottle and whatever shopping stuff I need to get during the day. It is the perfect size. But it is on it’s last leg, and getting pretty gross actually. It has served me really well, and I’m sure I will continue to use it (despite it’s grossness) until it simply disintegrates on me one day. But after that, I would LOVE to use my brand new KQED tote bag!
My Aunt is bringing it with her when she comes in November. YAY!