Miss Snark has a love hate relationship with her New Yorker subscription.
She loves it cause it's chock a block full of good writing (mostly), hilarious cartoons (always) and adverts for adventure trips that Miss Snark lusts for (mostly on Mondays).
It also arrives every week.
That means every week, there's MORE. Miss Snark finally had to institute a rule: only one living New Yorker at a time. A fresh one comes in, the old one is evicted. This has led to some entertaining scenes when KY (who had not finished reading the movie reviews) tries to persuade Miss Snark to leave him alone in the apartment long enough to fish a previous issue out of the Le Recycle Bin.
KY: "Look! It's George Clooney"
MS: "KY, you are nine inches tall even in my stillettos, don't think I believe you can see out the window"
KY: "Hurry! The UPS man is trying to steal your doorbell"
MS: "Let him, maybe I won't have to listen to "some enchanted evening" on the door chimes ever again"
KY: "oh my human, the gin pail is empty"
MS: (sound of door slamming) (faintly in distance) "Hold down the fort while I'm gone..."
But I digress.
Today's New Yorker arrived and as I read it on the subway I discovered it has a story by Alice Munro. If you've never read any of Alice Munro's short stories, just hit yourself with the clue stick right now, and log onto your library's website and get any of her books. Just do it now.