It's been a couple of years, but I've finally worn my way through my graphic tee collection back to the "Other People Exist" t-shirt. Ironically I was wearing this in line at the Starbucks this morning when a man all but pushed me out of the way to beat me to the head of the line. He must have really needed a coffee. I didn't take him down as I normally would. I find when I wear this tee I'm reminded to be a kinder, gentler me. Curse you Kurt!
Speaking of disasters and the National Art Gallery, in 2010 we had an earthquake while I was in the pictured structure. My art instructor booted it out and down to an outdoor patio at a pub down the street saying "I'm not going to meet my maker in the Pop art exhibit." We had a lovely afternoon, but had only the quake been a bit worse I might have gotten the chance to touch the art before being impaled. Well, at least I can touch Maman.