This week, Cindy and I are pulling down our suitcases, organizing our art supplies, and getting ready for a wild and crazy road trip to Sarah’s place in New York, where (my psychic tells me) one of us will steal a cop car, one of us will accidentally marry Heather Graham, and one of us will steal a tiger from Mike Tyson, but only to embellish with rhinestones and puffy paint. Okay, just kidding. As everyone knows, tigers only tolerate products by Tim Holtz. At any rate, even though we’re counting the days until our trip, we’re still working faithfully. We just wish the ants in our pants would pitch in.