Art of the Odd

I talked to my mom last week.

“I’ve got your birthday check in an envelope,” she said. “Spend it on something fun.”

I got a separate check from my dad. It didn’t come with instructions.

I took them to the bank this morning, and then I went to Best Buy. “Just on the off chance they have Excalibur.”

They didn’t. But they did have the James Bond Ultimate Collections. And they were on sale.

I couldn’t stop there, though. Ultimate they may be, but they’re missing the most recent movies, and they’re missing the original film version of Casino Royale.

And we just can’t have that, now can we, Mr. Bond?

(By the way, that rather shiny silvery surface my Bond Bonaza is resting on there is the glass top of our rockin’ new patio set, where I am, even now, drinking a glass of wine and writing this post.)