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Later that night, I dreamt that, no matter how many times I asked, the waitress would not bring my iced tea and large orange juice.

Tara Reid Boob Slip Costumes
Originally uploaded by MaggieMason.

Halloween is my favorite holiday, but this year I was out of country. Some friends of mine were looking for a funny topical costume, and I suggested that they go as Boob-Slip Tara Reid. Lori just sent me the photos.

In case you haven�t been reading Mighty Goods lately, this month has been a out of control. I posted a luxury gift guide, a prudent gift guide, and just put up my 2006 calendar guide. You can see them all by viewing the December archives, and you�ll also find them in article format over at The Morning News.

Happy panic shopping.

I just had my very first experience with inconvenient snow. For the record, I�m against it. I like my snow on the ground. It can be pleasant to watch snow falling, but only when I am inside, in front of a picture window, snug in my flannel PJs (preferably with access to a mug of coco and a plate of warm cookies).

Places I do not like snow include: on my glasses, in my eyes, under my scarf, in my ears, in the driveway, on the sidewalk, on my car seat, and up my nose. These places, it turns out, are snow�s very favorite places to settle.

When Bryan says that we could never live anywhere that has real winters–because I would fall over dead in the street–I always bristle. I mean, what am I? Some anemic hothouse flower that withers at the first chill breeze? Some featherless baby bird?

Yes, dear readers, yes I am. I would probably faint if you looked at me coldly. I plan to spend the rest of my days anywhere that has only two seasons: Summer and Almost Summer. They have Pina Coladas there.

I�m in Chicago, and it is not warm here. When we deplaned, my teeth tried retreat into my gums for warmth. Now I know why so many fur activists seem to live in California.

Our hotel room has a sign for the door that says �I�m sleeping, or working on my flying machine!� I never thought a Do Not Disturb sign would make me feel inadequate for napping.