Achoo, redux.

Roomie not only made her fabulous spicy chai, but a huge, flaky, buttery apple dumpling for breakfast. It's orgasmalicious.

PSA-- the next person who calls me at 3:00am for a non-emergency is going to get his balls ripped off. Just sayin'. I don't really recall how the conversation went, as I was still asleep, but judging by the twenty second call duration, I'm pretty sure I went, "I'm asleep. Is someone dying? No? Go away." Click.

Now to brave the wilds of a very Catholic Thanksgiving. Skirt or pressed pants?