Days go by

Yesterday was a day of infinite trial and infinite triumph.

It started by waking up to cat puke on my leg and got worse before it got better. I'm not going to dwell on this, but why do all my delivery drivers have to take a vacation at the same time and leave poo-flinging simians to deliver my things instead? Are they vacationing together in the Bahamas? Who knows.

But it started to get much better around the time that fabulous Diana dropped by a magazine with an article she thought I'd be interested in. It was (get this) an interview of Chip Kidd by Jonathan Safran Foer. If you know anything about me, you know that this was like literary pornography. I totally savored it on my lunch.

One complaint: That article was way too short. It whet my appetite and then left me hanging.

On the bright side, the magazine was ID, so it had a bunch of other interesting (mostly design related, duh) articles to engage, including one about a new tool called a Fubar that I really really really want. Three times the destructiveness of a regular hammer! Plus a pry end! It's amazing and you could insanely wreck shop in approximately three seconds with one of these things.

Imagine. For the cost of ten lattes, you could be destroying things more efficiently than ever before!

. . .

Also, I bought the most fabulous skirt today.