Old But Beautiful

Okay. Here's another secret about me, another one of my oddities.

Gifts. I hate receiving gifts. I hate receiving gifts because I treasure every one and keep every one. Yes, every gift I have ever been given I still have. Until it falls apart, then it gets tossed.

Even flowers. My office doorknob is draped with leis from the past couple of years. And roses. When they droop, the petals go into a carved wooden bowl. And never thrown away.

Please do not give me gifts. I don't have any more room - I need someplace to sleep.