1. I really wish I was one of those people who can articulate what they are thinking right when they think it, especially when it comes to funny things. A couple of weeks ago I was sitting next to a few guys in my ward, and one of them slapped a sticker that said "usher" onto another one's chest. Seeing an opportunity to be HI-larious, I said to the newly dubbed, usher, "I loved your hit song..." and then had to pause as I tried to think of an Usher song. Seriously? I couldn't think of "OMG" "Yeah" "U Got it Bad" or that one, something like "Confession part II," or you know any of the other Usher songs that I know all of the words to. Now I can, then I couldn't. So I had to then admit that I couldn't think of one. The kid I was sitting next to came up with like three. Today I struggled to come up with Dick Cheney's name. Come on, brain! Molly fail.
2. Friends Natalie and Michael gave me a subscription to the New Yorker. I let all of my magazine subscriptions lapse, and totally, totally miss a few of them, but not the New Yorker anymore because of my sweet friends. Back when I first came to the New Yorker in 2004 I fell in deep literary smit with Paul Simms because a few of his submissions in the Shouts and Murmurs (obviously my favorite section). This week's "Test your Fashion IQ" made me LOL out loud a few times. Find it. Read it. (Bob Odenkirk's* "Portrait of the Artist" from a few weeks ago was pretty good as well.)
2.1. Flipping through the October Glamour I saw an article titled "Is Joseph Gordon-Levitt the new Ryan Gosling?" No. He's not.
3. I am apparently trying to single handedly trying to cover all of my friend Joanna's walls. A while ago I made her a dachshund chalkboard, because the girl loves her dachshunds.
And for her recent wedding to delightful Chris, I made them a print that really fits them:
*Better call Saul!**
**We don't need a criminal lawyer, we need a criminal lawyer. Do you see the difference?