See, I told you that silver pitcher was worth $8.
NOTE: I had a much longer post here, about the Page Six gossip thing, and “Sweet Smell of Success,” and the NYT story about lymphatic filariasis. And it meandered here and there and hither and yon, and I went to close a tab in my browser. Instead of hitting command/W, I hit command/Q, the Q and the W being so close to one another and all. I quit the browser and lost everything.
It’s because I have a Band-Aid on my thumb; it throws my whole game off. I have a Band-Aid on my thumb because I sliced it cutting up tenderloin for the dinner party. It’s still bleeding, intermittently. Probably needs a stitch. Yeesh.
I think the moral of this story is: Dinner parties are dangerous.
But don’t the sunflowers look nice?