My parents got here on Friday and life hasn’t been the same since. As usually, my starts conversation with just about anyone and will attempt to ask things (in a language she barely speaks) that know one else would ever ask: “Excuse me sir, how does Miracle Whip Lite taste different than the regular Miracle Whip?”
Tonight, we are having a Schnitzel and Schnaps party at my place. Mostly people from work.

Here are a couple of pictures from our company christmas party. I went with my friend Jennifer, who does a fine job of proving that the most recent edition to my bookshelf is bearing fruits already. Why is it, that I am the one person who gets a book about “how to succeed with women” at a company christmas party?