It must be magic.

Every now and then, you pop into a creepy bait & tackle shop in upstate New York so that your best friend can by 25 cent romantic novels for a bachelorette party she's throwing and you come upon "It Must Be Magic" with a handwritten inscription stating that it's from the local school's 4th grade class of 1959. You ask her to purchase it for you because you don't have a quarter and you have to own it. So your best friend buys it for you because that's what best friends are for.


Even though I'm currently trying to minimize the amount of seemingly unnecessary items in my life, sometimes you just have to add to that pile.