no. such. thing.

Ok, true confession. Stop me if I've told you this before. Or, better yet, don't.

Every week, we get the New Yorker and, every week, Andrew reads it. I guess that the lack of big! bold! type! doesn't bother him, nor does the glaring omission of any information whatsoever about lip liner or this season's black. Sometimes I flip through and find something interesting, and sometimes he points out something that he thinks I'd like (my own personal vetter!), but mostly I look at the cartoons. They amuse me. Not like, say, Mother Goose and Grimm amuse my mother, the only smart person I know who actually cracks up at the Sunday funnies, but usually I manage a smile in there somewhere.

This week, I laughed out loud. Oh, how I do love Roz Chast. Share the joy. This means you, Alan. (Oh, my! I almost just made the most interesting typo! Do you know what Alan spelled sideways is??)

Posted by volfie at October 30, 2004 11:38 PM