My pulse quickened when I saw their name on the shrink-wrapped envelope and felt by its weight that there was more inside than just a friendly little hello-please-buy-our-stuff-oh-and-here's-a-catalog thing.
I opened it like a kid looking for the prize in a box of Cracker Jacks, and I mean the old school Cracker Jacks, not the new ones with a 2"x2" paper booklet that you have to be superbly skilled in the art of Origami to use.
Stupid shrink wrap. Can't. Open. Fast enough!
"There IS a pen in there! Ooh, which one is it?!"
Now, the folks at Amsterdam know that I love their Manor Pen. I got a sample of one once and somehow managed to break the dang-blasted thing in half. I wrote them about this and, being the awesome people they are, they sent me a few new ones to replace the one I had apparently used so hard and so much in my fevered list-making frenzy that it cracked under the pressure.
This new pen they sent was called the Entice Pen. It's even been engraved with my first name (and my zip code for some reason).
Hm, what? Why yes, I DO have a picture:
|Second from the left in "graphite" - smokin' hawt stylus!|
I. Love. It.
I'm totally cheating on my Manor Pen with this one, but...well...it's got my NAME on it, you know? That's got to make it okay.
I wonder if I could get the peeps at Amsterdam to tattoo Random Ninja on something...