The Year of the Pen

At yesterday's white elephant Christmas exchange, I scored the gorgeous green, multipurpose ballpoint pen that you see in the photo.  Its tip acts as a stylus. Unscrew the stylus cap to reveal a flat screwdriver head, which you can pull from its housing. . .voila, the other end is a Phillips head. Wait, there is more. Along one side of the pen is a ruler that can measure up to seven inches and the equivalent metric units. In the middle of another side, oh my gosh, is a level! Whenever we sit at a crooked table in a restaurant, I can whip out this pen so that we can wedge the right amount of napkin under the table's leg. Ooooooh.

Over the last three months, I have come into possession of—count them in the photo along with me—uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque penne! All free. Heee, heee.

Beneath the multi-purpose green pen is a fountain pen that I discovered in one of the Husband's parents' boxes. Technically, it belongs to the Husband but he doesn't seem to mind that I have claimed it. Maybe he thinks its useless since its inkless. Will he consider otherwise should I ever successfully fill it with ink?

The joyful Thanks red pen came from a Japanese/Korean restaurant we go to occasionally when we are in Watsonville. It's one of the few places in the area where I can get my sashimi and Korean BBQ fix. Yummmm. The waitress wanted to give us a dish of complimentary ice cream because we told her that the credit card invoice was six dollars less than the bill.  Our tummies were full so I asked if I might take the cheerful looking pen instead.

When we paid our property tax bill last month, the clerk handed me that silvery slickness of a pen. She said it was a gift from the retiring county tax collector who wanted to express her appreciation for all the many years of her service. Was it bad of me to wonder if the cost of the pens came out of her own pocket?

The navy blue pen with writing was the first free pen to come home with me. Someone in our doctor's office certainly knows how to choose a decent advertisement pen.  This pen was so handsome I had to pick it up. My gosh, the heft was perfect. I liked the way it held like a fountain pen and scratched like one although the ink rolled out of the nib. "May I have this pen?" I asked the office manager. She was surprised that I just didn't take it.

The green pen shall go into my purse; the doctor's pen shall sit at the kitchen table; the red pen, by my seat in the living room; and the silver pen, outside on my art table. Once the fountain pen works, it shall sit ready to write at my desk, or the Husband's.  Whooo-hooo!

This post was gladly written with the letter Y in mind for ABC Wednesday. Check out the meme here. Grazie, ABCW team!

Additionally, this post is being shared at I Like Thursday, hosted by the lovely LA at Not Afraid of Color. Check out that meme here. Grazie, LA!