I henge what I can when I can because I can.
A good henge is a visual pun.
For my very successful birthday this year I asked that I not be given “keeper stuff.” Lilli gave me a large bottle of my favorite Balsamic Vinegar from Pasadena. Nurit gave me the vacation I wanted in Yosemite. Bob K gave me a Haiku and Rebecca gave me a Costco size box of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. What I call the perfect food. It cried out to be henged.