You should keep a big fat seventy-pound trilobite fossil under the counter for the next time this happens, and then wordlessly, silently, heave it up onto the counter, rotate it slightly so that it might see her better, and then step back and say helpfully, "Sorry, this is the oldest one we have."

You have the sort of LJ that almost makes me want to write in mine again, so that I'd have any sort of right to Friend you. But I did anyhow. I mostly blather in Drew's now, and he's quite patient about it, considering. That we don't know each other. And stuff.

So, hullo. Peer at my old entries and see if you judge me worthy. Also, I am on flickr, same name, less lack of initiative.