I make fun of her for living outside the city limits, in what is now apparently the Earthquake Capital of the Universe (by my humble estimation). But she can't really help it.
Yesterday morning she sent me a text and was all, "Dude. I sent you a present. Why haven't you thanked me for it yet?" Ok, that's not exactly what she said. After a few "Who? Whaaa?" texts from me, she basically said, "Go check your front stoop." Only, she didn't say stoop because she knows where I live and she knows I don't have a stoop. But, I've always kind of wanted a stoop. Anyway.
I go check, and like magic, there on my stoop is the lightest-weight package I've ever recieved from Amazon.
Have I mentioned that two of my favorite things on. this. planet. are getting presents and getting cool stuff in the mail? Both things happened yesterday!
It was this:
It seems Audreya was simply appalled that I'd be whipping out a baggie during the conference, like I might pass out some baby carrots and sippy cups, too. Ok, she didn't say that, either. She actually said, "There are few areas of life where I must put my foot down. Carrying a Ziploc bag to any semi-professional-ish event is one of them. Also, it was cute and twitteresque."
|This is Audreya's serious face. She's giving Michelangelo a good what-for.|
The case is, in fact, twitteresque. And purple. And perfect.
I knew immediately what I'd do with it. Aside from, you know, carrying cards.
It's going to be my Flat Stanley. But instead of teaching about literacy and international community, I'm just going to take pictures of it in cool/interesting/wacky settings on my trip to New Orleans!
It'll be the most fun a business card holder has ever had. Except for maybe Paris Hilton's business card holder. I bet that one's seen some things.