We were investigating a mysterious tchotchke in the process of cleaning and upon opening it, it turned out to be full of some nasty perfume that is currently resisting leaving my arm.
This was supposed to be a post about Thanksgiving and/or the first day of GeekCraftExpo, but now my nose is running the show and I've forgotten the rest (hopefully it will come back.)
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