You Say Potato . . .

I just got back from a crazy week singing Porgy & Bess and Beethoven's 9th symphony. (Pretty sure one of them contained the line, "Bring my goat!" It's kind of a blur.)

I had a lovely roommate for the duration. One day, I happened to look down at our shared nightstand.

You say, "To-may-toe," I say, "To-mah-toe."
You say, "Woman: An Intimate Geography by somebody who won the Pulitzer,"
I say, "Hello, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle."

This says something about something, doesn't it? I don't know.
But look at that cute puppy! AWWWWWWW. Who's literary? Who is it? Is it YOU?