I'm a masochist

Sorry to leave some of you hanging. I only have 7 minutes to complete this post. Jack is about to wake up, the nanny is on her way, and I have to make a 2:10 matinee with Sadie. Sing it with me: your life is so hard, play your tiny violin!

Here are the contents of the shipping container I received last week from the marvy uchida marker company:

One watercolor marker

One surprisingly heavy catalog

One ball of scrunched up brown craft paper

Why that needed to be sent in a refrigerator box, beats me. Maybe they didn't want the marker to feel claustrophobic. Maybe that's why the mf-er won't work on my bathroom walls. Because it's just too durn small.