A map of February

I read that once in a novel. On of the main character’s children asked the dad for, “a map of February”-in other words, a calendar.

Fast forward a bit. Its Friday, you have had a hard day at work. The drive home doesn’t help it any. You arrive in the driveway, or you come out of the train filled with stress. All you can think about is getting in the door and flopping on the couch.

But first, you head for the refrigerator,time for a beer! And not just any beer, but one of the back of the refrigerator beers. The bottle has a light layer of ice on it. Kind of like this:

Now, imagine if you will that as you twist off the top, and take that first cold, tasty sip, there-out of the corner of your eye-you see, hanging on the side of the refrigerator-a map of February. And above the squares, you see a picture. A picture like this:

Ah yes, it just makes the second and subsequent tastes of that beer taste sooooo good. Well lucky you, because now you can go visit Gina and order one of these calendars for your self. The best part is that buying this “map of February ( and March, April, May……)” can be chalked up to a good cause! Don’t take my word for it, let her explain it for herself:

Over the past year, I have heard and read incredible stories about the injured soldiers returning from military service. Their hardest battles have just begun, as they attempt to recover in Veterans Hospitals all across America . I was touched by each story, and knew that I had to try to do something to help our hospitalized Vets. I came up with an idea to recreate a World War II style pin-up calendar that would have the dual purpose of raising money for programs that support hospitalized Veterans, and also serve as a GIFT for each and every Veteran, as they recover in a Veterans Hospital.

Best part of the deal-its a tax deductible donation! For a good cause. So even if you have a ball and chain spouse, you got a bonafide excuse for buying it!


It beats looking at ‘Hello Kitty’ pictures!

Now if you will excuse me, I think I need a cigarette!

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