Represent!

If you could somehow, through some serious luck, find an object that could neatly encapsulate, well, Katie, you should, uh, probably buy it. Better yet, if you don't even have to think about it; if Katie finds it, points at it, and says, "Buy that for me." You had better just cash that cheque de stimuloso and pony up the dough.

A few weekends ago, our supah-dupah homegirl, Kelli, came to town and we hit the big spring pottery tour. And, there, Katie and Kelli took me by the hand, dragged me over to above pot and kinda pushed my head down really close to it.

"Katie," Kelli said. "Has he gotten you anything for Mother's Day?"

"Why, no, Kelli. I don't think he has."

"Hmm."

"Yes: Hmm."

I can take hint, yo! So I got the pitcher for Katie. Of course, it helps that (no offense to all my pottery friends) it's the most beautiful damn thing ever made. A guy much smarter than me and waaay more sensitive, once said about a pot (not this one, but it might as well be) "It just breaks your heart, every time you look at it." This is one of those pots.

So, huge shout out to Kathryn Finnerty for saving my ass Mother's Day weekend!