In Lieu of Dead Mice; or, where does Emmet Smith get off having such enormous hands?

Wedding registries are the gifts that keep on giving.

Tonight, for example, I went to UPS to pick up a beautiful shesham rosewood salad bowl from one of our dearest friends.

Not as exciting, perhaps, as the Lite-Weight massage table the sketchy man in front of me picked up* but, still, it's like a little bit of Christmas every few weeks.

A little bit of Christmas which doesn't make everyone else in line look at me like I'm a filthy little whore.

*insert tossed salad joke here.