January 18, 2005

  • What the heck happened to Avon?  

    This afternoon I was dropping some mail off at my eldest son's house
    and laying on the porch was an Avon brochure in a plastic sleeve.

    Having sold Avon many moons ago I was curious, and knowing that
    Jonathan would toss it into the trash (assuming he stooped over to pick
    it up at all, which is debatable) I took it with me.

    Scrapbooking supplies?  DVD's?  Cookbooks?  Barbie and Madame Alexander dolls?  Thomas Kincade?

    Mercy Maud once.  Mercy Maud twice.    Mercy Maud eighty-seven times over! 

    Avon, I hardly knew ye.