UGGs in the office

Although Tom's first post fell way short of expectations, another event he should have written about surpassed even my wildest dreams...Christmas at the Mjoseth's. The night began as expected with a couple frat sodas and football, but it wasn't long before things took a turn for the better. Mr. Mjoseth was on martini three by nine and the basement couch before four digits struck. The rest of the party was at least five or six glasses deep as well when Kilmer rolled in with his little bro and spanking new Uggs. The chap has always been fashionable, but this was the pinnacle of his existence. He explained that his boss had already asked him to "stop wearing Uggs to the office," and showed us the "Ugg Dance" he had choreographed and practiced. INCREDIBLE!