Buy a jar of these buttons. Be one of those crazy people on the street that passes out hope like candy, and ends up an international sensation on YouTube, the whole scenario backed by a Will.i.am or John Mayer song that brings burly men to their knees.
We could do worse.
Not in the mood for love? These gifts will bring out your cheeky side.
These animals will keep that library in line.
Mix your Mexican beverage metaphors and serve her up with a tray full of Negra Modelos.
My favorite martian.
Way creepier than playing poker with mirrored glasses. A true objet d’art.
Why should Radiohead get all the rainbows?
A satisfyingly dramatic way to pass the days.
Now that the election is over, you need someone else to root for.
Lover, you should have come over.
My teenage cousin is obsessed with phone charms. Here’s one (a miniature terrarium!) that doesn’t involve pink beads.
Perhaps my favorite item in the whole gift guide. Perhaps the cheapest, too.
Do these derby critters remind anyone else of the Hummer soapbox derby kids?
Portable iPod karaoke sets bring joy to the world.
A daschund bag needs no commentary.
I warned you that I like small things writ large.
This koi pitcher makes a lovely gurgling sound when it pours.
I’m thinking this tape isn’t fireproof.
Parrots are the new Rabbits.
Cleaning toilets probably isn’t what Pinocchio signed up for.
Unwrap it. You know you want to.
What this sleek white instant camera lacks in vintage charm, it makes up for in features, like autofocus. Plus, it hasn’t been discontinued, which is always a plus. RIP, Polaroid.
And to think you were going to get them a Jawbone.
Originally posted on October 10:
I hope that four years from now, your 401k doesn’t read -4256.39, Barack Obama is finishing up his first term, and Sarah Palin isn’t out shaking her beehive on the presidential campaign trail.
It would also be great if you have a robot maid/bartender named Sparky.
Love, Anna
Disclosure: I have a friend whose letter is included (not that he gets any money if you buy the book). So yes, that makes me totally biased.
Dear Relatively Small Percentage of Republicans Who Didn’t Vote For Obama,
You’re probably waking up, rubbing the disbelief hardened in the corners of your eyes, and thinking to yourself, “Well, that sucked.” I should know; I was there in 2000, in 2004, and every election in between. So pour your coffee in this “Make My Day” mug (don’t forget the whiskey…you deserve it!), and let your electoral map glow red, pretending for a moment that the world hasn’t turned a cool, cruel blue.
Yours,
Anna
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