the ULU is mine!
Well, I'm heading back home for turkey day. The office here very generously gave me and my coworker ULU knives with our names engraved in them. You can see ulus at ulu.com of course, they are used to shave blubber off of whales apparently, which should come in handy if the buffet line at Ryan's gets too long. I'm flying out in a few hours, trying to get my stuff together in such a way that it doesn't look like I dumped dirty clothes into a bag. If anyone ever sees me fold a shirt correctly I give you permission to shoot me, I've been replaced by an alien. Oh well, dump away. Taking a quick tour of the blogosphere in the few minutes I have left before I have to pay for another 24 hours of internet access. The Domestic Engineer has a funny/quaint/scary story about singing pants and conversations. If we were really in The Holy Grail, he'd shout back, "You're not fooling anybody, you know!" before hitting me over the head with a plank. But we