Speechless

A very dear friend of mine sent me a package of Heath clippings and articles. I've seen most of these pictures hundreds of times online, and I've read the Vanity Fair article so many times that I have it memorized. But holding it all in my hands...there's no real way for me to describe the feeling.

Thank you, Theresa.

Moo

I don't collect cow doo-dads, but you wouldn't know it to look at my kitchen.

I bought the white cow creamer in the middle a few years ago because it reminded me of Code of the Woosters. A friend of mine saw it and got the kitchy 60's plastic creamer for me as a joke. My mom noticed, and presented me with the cow egg separator on the left. I figured, Why fight it? and grabbed the butter dish on Ebay. (Two bucks...can't beat it.) Now all I need are cow salt and pepper shakers.

Damn. I think this means I collect cow doo-dads.

Connections

A friend of mine has been working as a Free Sample Lady at various department stores for about a year. Most recently, she was giving out free samples of Dunkin' Donuts coffee. Guess who she gave the leftovers to?