G and I buy a ten-dollar or less, gift for each other every year.  We’ve done this for over thirty years.  She’s never once failed to come up with something I love. 

     This year G told me I was difficult to buy a gift for, who me?  I’m easy.  There are many things I appreciate and enjoy.  For a few years, she got me a Borders gift card each holiday.  That little sucker would burn a hole in my pocket until I could get to the store.

     G was trying hard to think of a different gift to give me when it dawned on her that buying me some sushi would be perfect.  Only a best friend would think of buying sushi as a gift.  She knows I love sushi and that I rarely get it. 

     She’s often been with me as I drooled over the case of freshly made sushi in the grocery store.  I’ve bought some for us to eat on the way home many times.  On rare occasions, she and I have treated ourselves to the finest of sushi in our favorite Asian restaurant, Bamboo. 

     She brought over a gift-wrapped sampler platter of sushi yesterday afternoon.  I enjoyed it.  Nommy nom nom.