Don't Hate. It Only Encourages Me.

I'm walking for Breast Cancer next Sunday.

Feel free to donate. And if you don't want anyone to know who you are - donate anonymously.

Last week, put out the word to friends and loved ones in the hopes of making a buck or two for the boobies.

Got a bunch of interesting responses:

"The Komen Foundation tests on animals!"

"I'm running in a race of my own. B*tch."

"I would love to give a donation....could I do it after the end of the month? As in Tampa we got a one day pay check....don't really get one until the 31st. I know you miss Elia!"

"We're behind you. Just broke."

"Too busy sending you Calvin comics and pictures of Karl Rove's car."

"1)Remove me from your email list. Unless it has to do with porn, pain killers or hunting. 2)Ask your husband for money. I get no benefit from donating to you or the confidence that the money is actually going to be used for research. In fact it is probably going to fund your Craig’s List problem. 3)Better yet when your house stops smelling like curry, I will donate!!!!"

"Your new Jewish friends are going to drop you like a hot potato kugel after reading your site."

A few of my favorites donated to the cause.

But *the best* response came from Husband's uncle - who, until quite recently, laughed at my wicked ways.

Not no more.

"I don't like you or your style. Run if you must but I won't donate. I'm cheap. And I don't like your style."

Well.

Okay.

Guess I'm out of the will.

Only yours truly could spark bitterness while trying to raise money for cancer.

Part of my charm, I suppose.