12.31.07:
Chabaa Thai. I thought this was a better shot than it really was.

12.30.07:
I parallel parked that sheehit up.

12.29.07:
Time to clip the nails.

12.28.07:
Bongo Room. Cool hand dryer.

12.27.07:
While feasting on the Seven Courses of Beef at Hai Yen on Argyle.

12.26.07:
On the Amtrak back to Chicago. Thirty-one years old, me that is.

12.25.07:
Anyone else catch this on the latest issue of Bicycling? At first I thought it was a spot the difference type of game. Hello, proofreading.

12.24.07:
Aw, what a cutie. Just love the earrings.

12.23.07:
Tired, frustrated vacationers on their way to Galesburg, Illinois for a merry Christmas.

12.22.07:
The apartment of Jill.

12.21.07:
Blue line from O'hare to Logan Square.

12.20.07:
I suspect our dog eats better than we do.

12.19.07:
The last scene of the last episode of the last season of 24. The funny thing is, every other time the camera cuts back to Jack, his face is dry.

12.18.07:
Really hard to do when the dog's tugging at me.

12.17.07:
Go Morris, Go!

12.16.07:
People always give me the strangest looks. No I'm not a terrorist doing research, okay?

12.15.07:
Panic shot—curtain fibers.

12.14.07:
While waiting for Max to do her thing.

12.13.07:
Ressurected an old friend. They probably used red glass to hide the fact that they didn't use rubies, but most likely saphire crystals. Funny thing is they're the same thing.

12.12.07:
Dead things on the ground.

12.11.07:
I'm surprised this didn't blow out.

12.10.07:
Taking lots of naps.

12.09.07:
Yehep. It's winter alright.

12.08.07:
I hate it when they drop my favorite toothbrush.

12.07.07:
Back home. The big coats are out.

12.06.07:
I can't remember, but I think this is somewhere over Japan.

12.05.07:
Shopping frenzy. There's always a long line to get into a mall.

12.04.07:
The grotto in our garden. I didn't used to be lit like this when I was growing up. I stepped on a snail.

12.03.07:
Dining room. I grew up with this chandelier.

12.02.07:
Our driver tried to slow down for this shot. To the dismay of the vehicles behind us. Parols being sold on the street.

12.01.07:
Our shoes in the dryer.