Well, not scrooge per se, but definite spoil sport.

Although, I think it might have been Brandy's (his wife, my sister-in-law) fault.

Okay, Tuesday night I bought a couple of ½-gig flash drives at Target. (Bink, whatever sale you mentioned must be an Oregon thing, because there was nothing that sniffed of it in Metairie.) I figured one for me, for whenever I get around to moving files onto a new computer, and one for Michael, as a Christmas present. $30 each, I think is a decent price for a Christmas present.

Wednesday during the day, I call Brandy to ask her if Michael needs a flash drive. She surreptitiously asks him, under the not-really-a-ruse that hers is about to be full. Michael readily volunteers his.

Translation: $30 not well spent on Michael's present.

So I talk with Brandy yesterday, to discern what would be a good plan B. Plan B is a 1 GB memory stick for their digital camera, on sale for $20 through tomorrow. Okay, great, and I'll keep my trap shut as to how much the flash drive cost....good thing I didn't open it. I called Brandy back, and fortunately Michael was in the shower. The camera: a Canon Powershot A620. CompUSA should tell me everything I need from there, right?

So why does Michael call me earlier this morning to confirm such things, and then sends an email? Why?

Grrr...what's the point in wrapping it now?

-KIE