Two (no, Three!) further semi-sorta-related subjects

I just left a phone message so idiotic I immediately turned my phone off afterward, just in case the receiver tried to call back and question my sanity.

It occurs to me that when I run into the mean reds (such as I have most of this week) I now have a Tiffany and Co. just down the street within walking and Pop-Tart eating distance.

I'm trying to track down the exact wording of that quote from "Devil Wears Prada" about how you know your professional life is going well when your personal life falls apart, but I'd rather go to sleep.