I think I've seen larger sizes. Not as many as the ones in my size (8) but they're definitely there.

It's possible that I'm not doing you any favors. So many boots.

Well howdy partner. (I hope she got paid well for modeling those things.)

You're welcome.

Honestly no - at least not one that's in good shape. They get really ratty even if you don't wear them.

And a feather boa.

I'm going to need some really big lapels.

What I really need is a housekeeper then everything would be more all right than it is right now. I'm digressing though - I can give you a "there, there", a gentle pat on the head and the reassurance that I'm making you soup despite the fact that our hot water has become somewhat scarce.

There is not a thing wrong with that.

I'm pretty sure that Yong Sul might be the only one who'd be of any use. Lee Gak never lifts a finger and the other two would run off screaming like little girls. I could go for some omurice though.

Get thee behind me, Satan.

The chicken pie (tasty and good) - a wonderfu alternative to the plethora of brown food Thanksgiving involves. Don't even get me started on the number of people who insist on serving brussel sprouts. Ew. We have started the Thanksgiving tradition of doing . . . nothing. Very relaxing.

Just don't put them on your pizza.

I will have to say that it put the "bomb" in abomination though.

Olympia Pizza, just around the corner from your old apartment on 14th. He said it sounded "interesting". It was reportedly an abomination. He made his way partway through 2 slices before giving up.

It did not. It did not need anchovies. It just didn't need to be. At all. (Not that I ate any of it. I'm not insane.)

Well, that went about as well as could be expected. AKA not well.

Maybeee . . .