Pimp My Nutcracker

Thankfully I checked my e-mail right before I sat down to share my wisdom for the day, because I learned something way better from my Outlook Express and Lala today than I did from my boss.

Pimp My Nutcracker. Start with the usual cursed prince and pimp him like your MySpace. This is exactly the kind of holiday fun I needed today. Another way to waste precious time laughing.

Thanks Lora! This is way better than learning that my yearly bonus this year is one third of what it was last year. In some weird and surreal way, I somehow don't care. I can't explain it. Maybe it's because I love my Pimpin' Cracker so much.

Happy Birthday Mom!
(anymore December birthdays out there I should know about?)