In the mail

My best friend (check out her blog, here) apparently remembered how cranky i got when she went to a David Macaulay book signing, oh, 15 years ago or thereabouts, and she didn't tell me about it or take any books along for me.  "Didn't know you'd be interested," she said.  I think i sputtered indignantly.  We'd talked about how much we loved Motel of the Mysteries after all...

So today, when i found an unexpected bookish package in my mailbox containing two signed volumes, the first inscribed "better late than never" and the second, "things have a way of working out" - i howled with laughter.

Forgive my hasty - and therefore crooked - photos.