Dana is my favorite disaster. Last summer, after she got her car stuck in a blender, I came on board as her personal chauffeur. While not tangoing (not tangoing is Dana's specialty), she managed to shred my advance copy of a spectacular book, creep out my Santa Fe friends, and eat all my shrimp. Yes. Dana likes shrimp. Her name is definitely not Allison and one time I made her this blue or orange paper cranegaroo. It makes me glow happy to know that Dana's razor humor is out there taking unseen jabs.
