(Warning: Details of boring,
bourgeois domestic existence follow.)
I was out shopping for a chest of some kind to put in our dining room. I was describing one over the phone to Kate, but wasn’t sure I was really getting the point across. Then I had the following genius inspiration: Take a phone picture and send it so Kate could see what I was talking about. That’s what I did, and now the chest of some kind is in our dining room. Forget Iraq and al-Qaida and WMD’s —
this is life-changing stuff.