
I had a pretty shitty day today. My general foreman brought me this "martini" in a jar. I did not even attempt it. Ick.
Location: lower level, Marriott, South Reg Window
1 a day, on le iPhone, for all of 2010



A little hand-carved owlie that my mom sent me for my birthday. In typical Mom-fashion, she said "this was hand-carved by the Cherokee Indian tribe (well, probably not the entire tribe)." Hee!
Location: he came from North Carolina








