Today my husband hurt his back. He was just walking from our mailbox to our front door. His injury was caused by the thousands of pounds of junk mail – you know the ones – “Please Donate to Our Cause” — and there’s usually some type of sad picture on the envelope. Today the Humane Society sent me two dog and cat ornaments for my Christmas tree — they’re so thoughtful. Last week I received my “free holiday labels” from them. The week before they sent me my “free tee-shirt”. And just yesterday I found holiday note cards in my Humane Society envelope. Those folks sure are generous with my donation money — they buy trinkets and goodies galore. I wonder how many animals they can afford to help when so much of my money goes to labels for everyone else. I don’t know if the Humane Society will get a donation from me this year. I’m running out of storage. So, Humane Society: stop sending me labels, tee-shirts, and coffee cups with my name on them. If you truly want me to open my checkbook, send me something I need. How about a plasma tv?