Yesterday is history, today is still a mystery and what a lovely day there'll be tomorrow.
Tomorrow is just your yesterday's, today.
If we could put time in a bottle, there's nothing we couldn't do.
Time heals all wounds.
Today I'm as old as I've ever been.
Like time through the hour glass, these are the days of our lives.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Let's start over.
Make every second count for something.
Always.
Never.
There's still time.
Maybe next time.
It's too late.
....and up on the hill is a cemetery, never let it be too late.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Temptations
Over the years I've been tempted by advertisements of all kinds. Big and small.
Remember those knives you never had to sharpen?
Or, the slice, dice machines that guaranteed you would never have to cry again slicing onions?
How about the blankets with sleeves?
Oh, yes, I've been tempted, but I've never bought any of them.
Although, years and years ago, I did by a month's supply of diet pills that told me I didn't even have to get up off the couch, while the fat simply melted away. Boy, was that a jip.
However, there have been a few 'big ticket' items that occasionally lure me with their siren call.
For instance. The ads for 'instant shade', an awning that rolls down in a snap of your fingers and will reduce the summer heat in your house by 20 degrees. Oh, that would be so lovely. It's amazing the amount of heat comes off the concrete slab outside my patio door. I would maybe to use it for a week over the summer, and for the rest of the year it would remain rolled up under the eave of my house. Cost to actual use...pretty much outrageous.
Then, there's those gutters that guarantee I will never have to clean them out again. Here's the thing. What happens, when the moss grows in there over a couple of years, and fills the gutter, won't the rain water simply overflow? Seriously, what is it they say, "If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is?" So, even though they promise me a 'holiday special' (free installation) and a $200.00 bank gift card, I simply can't bring myself to purchase these gutters.
Oh, and those walk-in tubs. I've got a real problem with those, I don't care how many comforting, massaging jets they have I still can't bring myself to purchase one. Now, they've even added a 'heated seat', which in my opinion was long overdue, simply because, first you have to sit in there while the tub fills up, and second you have to stay in there till the water drains out. That's a pretty chilly thing for an old person to endure, having to sit there shivering, naked as a jaybird. You can't even wrap yourself in a towel till the water gets below seat level. Still I guess they are a very popular item, and I suppose quite 'old folk' helpful, still...that water fill and drain thing has turned me against walk-in tubs.
However, there are a couple of items I think I would buy if the time comes that I would need them. One is that wonderful cane that will stand alone, and never fall over. What a wonderful idea. I have seen now they've added goodies, including a pouch to put it in when you fold it up while you are dining out, or at the theater. And, it has a built in flashlight, for walking at night. Fantastic! Also, who wouldn't love one of those marvelous battery operated riding scooters that will take you over any terrain. Are they great, or what? Perfect for us 'old folk' who's legs tend to give out or those who are not too good on their feet anymore.
And finally, an item that has me sitting on the fence...well, a seat, as I ride up or down the steps. Actually I don't need one of these, as the most steps I have anywhere are two, so I'm pretty sure a seat is not practical at all. I confess I don't know a great deal about this item, but I've heard they have safety features, for instance, I believe they will stop mid-steps if an object gets in the way. Picture this, I ride up to go to my room. While I'm there, grandchild places toys on the steps. Does that mean I have to stand at the top and yell till someone comes to remove the toys? Or, do I ride the seat down to the blockage, and yell from there. Or, do I ride down as far as I can, and walk the rest of the way? Oh, the ponderings.
I've heard they will work even through a power outage, but I'm not sure I would want to be on one in the dark, it has no 'seatbelt', and the 'what ifs' could be staggering. I could get dizzy and fall out of it. It could stop unexpectedly. I could be living alone and be stuck for quite some time. I'm simply not sure they are a good idea.
Frankly, I'm glad I still have my wits about me, can you imagine all the stuff I could be buying. Diet programs, exercise equipment, wrinkle creams, make-up, music, DVD's, coffee makers, slow cookers, fast cookers...my kids would put me away. And, I'd need that.
"What?"
"I'm coming."
I'm going to go now, Cindy Crawford is calling me.
Remember those knives you never had to sharpen?
Or, the slice, dice machines that guaranteed you would never have to cry again slicing onions?
How about the blankets with sleeves?
Oh, yes, I've been tempted, but I've never bought any of them.
Although, years and years ago, I did by a month's supply of diet pills that told me I didn't even have to get up off the couch, while the fat simply melted away. Boy, was that a jip.
However, there have been a few 'big ticket' items that occasionally lure me with their siren call.
For instance. The ads for 'instant shade', an awning that rolls down in a snap of your fingers and will reduce the summer heat in your house by 20 degrees. Oh, that would be so lovely. It's amazing the amount of heat comes off the concrete slab outside my patio door. I would maybe to use it for a week over the summer, and for the rest of the year it would remain rolled up under the eave of my house. Cost to actual use...pretty much outrageous.
Then, there's those gutters that guarantee I will never have to clean them out again. Here's the thing. What happens, when the moss grows in there over a couple of years, and fills the gutter, won't the rain water simply overflow? Seriously, what is it they say, "If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is?" So, even though they promise me a 'holiday special' (free installation) and a $200.00 bank gift card, I simply can't bring myself to purchase these gutters.
Oh, and those walk-in tubs. I've got a real problem with those, I don't care how many comforting, massaging jets they have I still can't bring myself to purchase one. Now, they've even added a 'heated seat', which in my opinion was long overdue, simply because, first you have to sit in there while the tub fills up, and second you have to stay in there till the water drains out. That's a pretty chilly thing for an old person to endure, having to sit there shivering, naked as a jaybird. You can't even wrap yourself in a towel till the water gets below seat level. Still I guess they are a very popular item, and I suppose quite 'old folk' helpful, still...that water fill and drain thing has turned me against walk-in tubs.
However, there are a couple of items I think I would buy if the time comes that I would need them. One is that wonderful cane that will stand alone, and never fall over. What a wonderful idea. I have seen now they've added goodies, including a pouch to put it in when you fold it up while you are dining out, or at the theater. And, it has a built in flashlight, for walking at night. Fantastic! Also, who wouldn't love one of those marvelous battery operated riding scooters that will take you over any terrain. Are they great, or what? Perfect for us 'old folk' who's legs tend to give out or those who are not too good on their feet anymore.
And finally, an item that has me sitting on the fence...well, a seat, as I ride up or down the steps. Actually I don't need one of these, as the most steps I have anywhere are two, so I'm pretty sure a seat is not practical at all. I confess I don't know a great deal about this item, but I've heard they have safety features, for instance, I believe they will stop mid-steps if an object gets in the way. Picture this, I ride up to go to my room. While I'm there, grandchild places toys on the steps. Does that mean I have to stand at the top and yell till someone comes to remove the toys? Or, do I ride the seat down to the blockage, and yell from there. Or, do I ride down as far as I can, and walk the rest of the way? Oh, the ponderings.
I've heard they will work even through a power outage, but I'm not sure I would want to be on one in the dark, it has no 'seatbelt', and the 'what ifs' could be staggering. I could get dizzy and fall out of it. It could stop unexpectedly. I could be living alone and be stuck for quite some time. I'm simply not sure they are a good idea.
Frankly, I'm glad I still have my wits about me, can you imagine all the stuff I could be buying. Diet programs, exercise equipment, wrinkle creams, make-up, music, DVD's, coffee makers, slow cookers, fast cookers...my kids would put me away. And, I'd need that.
"What?"
"I'm coming."
I'm going to go now, Cindy Crawford is calling me.
Monday, March 17, 2014
I'm not and you can't make me.
Yes, it's THAT day of the year. I absolutely refuse to join the madness and be Irish today. That's just nuts.
Yesterday, I don't recall what franchise advertised, a green pizza. It looked horrible. Seriously, it looked as though a cow had thrown up its lunch. I posted that on Facebook, but either nobody saw it, or they simply figured it was one of my rants and ignored it.
Well, buddy. That's okay with me. I just can't understand the rhyme or reason behind this silly holiday. Oh, I know, there are other silly holidays, too. And I tend to ignore them as well. For instance Valentine's Day is equally ridiculous, as is
Mother's Day. Actually Mother's Day is the absolute worst. So many mothers get their feelings hurt on that day, when uncaring children and husbands forget to send a card, or give them a call. They never get breakfast in bed, or taken to lunch to even so much as a fast food place. Flowers, really??? And presents.....HA! Now there's a good joke.
But I digress. This is about St. Patrick's Day. The day you're supposed to wear green, and if you don't you get pinched. It's the day of silly parades, and green beer, and pub fights, and bad behavior. Seriously, I was just visiting times square, many people wearing green, they're bouncing, jumping, and bounding around like...like...like a leprechaun who just had his pot of gold stolen. There are horns and whistles being blown for no apparent reason what so ever, and shouting, so much shouting, what the heck is that all about?
Chicago turns it river green.
People drink green beer.
And, apparently eat green pizza. Yuck.
There's corned beef, cabbage and boiled potatoes. Well....actually....that's not too bad.
But, I think...honestly...this is simply a day for people to get together and drink themselves to oblivion. And, not have to feel guilty about it. After all, they are Irish for a day. Oh, that sounds bad, like I dislike the Irish and I think they are all drunkards. I can assure you that is not the case. I just dislike they try to make ME Irish and I don't care that it's just for one day. I'M NOT IRISH, go away and leave me alone.
So, go toot your horns, and drink your beer, have an all round good time. Just remember, tomorrow it won't be me with a whopping big hangover. Oh, and may the luck of the Irish be with ya.
Yesterday, I don't recall what franchise advertised, a green pizza. It looked horrible. Seriously, it looked as though a cow had thrown up its lunch. I posted that on Facebook, but either nobody saw it, or they simply figured it was one of my rants and ignored it.
Well, buddy. That's okay with me. I just can't understand the rhyme or reason behind this silly holiday. Oh, I know, there are other silly holidays, too. And I tend to ignore them as well. For instance Valentine's Day is equally ridiculous, as is
Mother's Day. Actually Mother's Day is the absolute worst. So many mothers get their feelings hurt on that day, when uncaring children and husbands forget to send a card, or give them a call. They never get breakfast in bed, or taken to lunch to even so much as a fast food place. Flowers, really??? And presents.....HA! Now there's a good joke.
But I digress. This is about St. Patrick's Day. The day you're supposed to wear green, and if you don't you get pinched. It's the day of silly parades, and green beer, and pub fights, and bad behavior. Seriously, I was just visiting times square, many people wearing green, they're bouncing, jumping, and bounding around like...like...like a leprechaun who just had his pot of gold stolen. There are horns and whistles being blown for no apparent reason what so ever, and shouting, so much shouting, what the heck is that all about?
Chicago turns it river green.
People drink green beer.
And, apparently eat green pizza. Yuck.
There's corned beef, cabbage and boiled potatoes. Well....actually....that's not too bad.
But, I think...honestly...this is simply a day for people to get together and drink themselves to oblivion. And, not have to feel guilty about it. After all, they are Irish for a day. Oh, that sounds bad, like I dislike the Irish and I think they are all drunkards. I can assure you that is not the case. I just dislike they try to make ME Irish and I don't care that it's just for one day. I'M NOT IRISH, go away and leave me alone.
So, go toot your horns, and drink your beer, have an all round good time. Just remember, tomorrow it won't be me with a whopping big hangover. Oh, and may the luck of the Irish be with ya.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
PB&O
You probably don't remember, but last month I wrote about a new sandwich I tried, and as crazy as it might sound it was pretty good.
The ingredients consisted of peanut butter, jelly and....onion. Yes, you read that right, onion. I was very apprehensive as I was preparing this concoction, but was bound and determined not to let this strange combination deter me. To my surprise and delight this sandwich was not too bad.
And, I promptly wrote here on my blog that I thought the jelly didn't contribute to the sandwich and next time I would leave the jelly out of the equation. I've yet to try this, but do intend to in the future. However, next time I intend to add bacon as an additional ingredient. (Who does not love bacon, and does it not always make any food taste better.)
So, after mentioning to one of my daughters what I had eaten, she laughed and said if I made a T-shirt for my Zazzle store about my PB&O, she would not only buy one, she would wear it. The gauntlet had been thrown!
It has taken several weeks, and much editing between the two of us, but finally we came up with an illustration that satisfied both of us.
I spoke to her yesterday and told her the T-shirt was available for sale. It's time for her to 'put her money where her mouth is', and buy the shirt. I also told her I was working on a follow up T-shirt, same image, only bacon had been added to the picture. I'll try to remember to post that picture here in my blog sometime in the future.
Actually, I can hardly wait to try this sandwich, without the jelly and with the bacon, I suspect it is going to be quite tasty...who knows, maybe with the bacon, the sweet of jelly might be just the thing to meld with the savory of the other ingredients. Strawberry jam comes to mind.
We shall see, we shall see.
(Now, here's the thing, while we were researching for the 'just right' illustration for the onions, my daughter came across an illustration of an actual peanut butter and onion sandwich. So, though I thought this was something some writer wrote for a long ago sit-com to get a good laugh. It appears to be an actual luncheon delicacy??? Or, perhaps somebody, like myself simply did a cut and paste until they got an illustration that pleased them. Who knows.)
Then again, who knows indeed. Maybe Gues Who Originals just might re-establish the peanut butter and onion sandwich as a lunchtime staple. Maybe we are ahead of our time.
The ingredients consisted of peanut butter, jelly and....onion. Yes, you read that right, onion. I was very apprehensive as I was preparing this concoction, but was bound and determined not to let this strange combination deter me. To my surprise and delight this sandwich was not too bad.
And, I promptly wrote here on my blog that I thought the jelly didn't contribute to the sandwich and next time I would leave the jelly out of the equation. I've yet to try this, but do intend to in the future. However, next time I intend to add bacon as an additional ingredient. (Who does not love bacon, and does it not always make any food taste better.)
So, after mentioning to one of my daughters what I had eaten, she laughed and said if I made a T-shirt for my Zazzle store about my PB&O, she would not only buy one, she would wear it. The gauntlet had been thrown!
It has taken several weeks, and much editing between the two of us, but finally we came up with an illustration that satisfied both of us.
I spoke to her yesterday and told her the T-shirt was available for sale. It's time for her to 'put her money where her mouth is', and buy the shirt. I also told her I was working on a follow up T-shirt, same image, only bacon had been added to the picture. I'll try to remember to post that picture here in my blog sometime in the future.
Actually, I can hardly wait to try this sandwich, without the jelly and with the bacon, I suspect it is going to be quite tasty...who knows, maybe with the bacon, the sweet of jelly might be just the thing to meld with the savory of the other ingredients. Strawberry jam comes to mind.
We shall see, we shall see.
(Now, here's the thing, while we were researching for the 'just right' illustration for the onions, my daughter came across an illustration of an actual peanut butter and onion sandwich. So, though I thought this was something some writer wrote for a long ago sit-com to get a good laugh. It appears to be an actual luncheon delicacy??? Or, perhaps somebody, like myself simply did a cut and paste until they got an illustration that pleased them. Who knows.)
Then again, who knows indeed. Maybe Gues Who Originals just might re-establish the peanut butter and onion sandwich as a lunchtime staple. Maybe we are ahead of our time.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Where'd I leave my shovel?
Funny, isn't it how our emotions swing like a pendulum from day to day? Early in the week I was a mess and had to confess to my bad behavior. Then, yesterday I grew pensive, and asked a whole bunch of questions of 'what and when'.
Today is a whole other story. My horoscope told me things could go bad quickly and I should be on guard, while my I-Ching reminds me I could have a liaison, but to be careful, because often they do not turn out well. Hmmm, are these two insights connected?
On Facebook I commented that perhaps somebody should tie me to a chair today. Frankie....FRANKIE...where are you?
Anyway, there's a kind of stomach churning excitement living on the edge. It's only nine o'clock in the morning...I've a whole day have things wrong....'er right. Oh my...what could possibly go wrong?
What could possibly go wrong? Frankly, it boggles my mind...sooooo much could happen.
Giggle, giggle, giggle.
Giggle,
giggle.
Maybe the man of my dreams will finally come to my door and I'll mistake him for a burglar or something, and throw a pan of hot water on him...even worse, maybe it will be the guy from Publisher Clearing House, with my million dollar check, and I don't even go to the door. Well! THAT would certainly be wrong, wrong, wrong.
Then, for quite a while I've been hoping I would be chosen to be a contestant on that remodeling show and have my house "made over" in a week. Today it would be just my luck he shows up at my door, but he has the wrong address, he's here for the house next door. Damn it.
Oh, I'm so conflicted, on one hand I would welcome unexpected excitement, even the upheaval of what ever the heck might happen today, while on the other hand I'm thinking it might be more practical to dig myself a good sized hole, jump in and pull the dirt in and over me.
Okay, if you don't hear from me, you will know I chose the hole.
Today is a whole other story. My horoscope told me things could go bad quickly and I should be on guard, while my I-Ching reminds me I could have a liaison, but to be careful, because often they do not turn out well. Hmmm, are these two insights connected?
On Facebook I commented that perhaps somebody should tie me to a chair today. Frankie....FRANKIE...where are you?
Anyway, there's a kind of stomach churning excitement living on the edge. It's only nine o'clock in the morning...I've a whole day have things wrong....'er right. Oh my...what could possibly go wrong?
What could possibly go wrong? Frankly, it boggles my mind...sooooo much could happen.
Giggle, giggle, giggle.
Giggle,
giggle.
Maybe the man of my dreams will finally come to my door and I'll mistake him for a burglar or something, and throw a pan of hot water on him...even worse, maybe it will be the guy from Publisher Clearing House, with my million dollar check, and I don't even go to the door. Well! THAT would certainly be wrong, wrong, wrong.
Then, for quite a while I've been hoping I would be chosen to be a contestant on that remodeling show and have my house "made over" in a week. Today it would be just my luck he shows up at my door, but he has the wrong address, he's here for the house next door. Damn it.
Oh, I'm so conflicted, on one hand I would welcome unexpected excitement, even the upheaval of what ever the heck might happen today, while on the other hand I'm thinking it might be more practical to dig myself a good sized hole, jump in and pull the dirt in and over me.
Okay, if you don't hear from me, you will know I chose the hole.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Ponderings
What would you do, if you could get mad, (angry) in the 'good old way' Donald Duck used to be allowed?
What Disney character would you be?
Why?
What Sesame Street character would you like to be?
Why?
What would you do if you could misbehave in the way Dennis the Menace used to?
What would you do if you could be Laurel to Hardy?
Who would you be if you could be one of the Seven Dwarfs?
Who would you be if you could be one of the fairy tale Princesses?
Who would you be if you could be one of the Princes?
What old time television family would you have liked to be part of, and who would you have been?
Where would you go, if you could, anywhere in the world?
If you had a Genie, and three wishes what would they be?
If you could choose your friends over again, would you choose the same ones?
I'd choose all of you...my faithful readers.
Have a great day.
What Disney character would you be?
Why?
What Sesame Street character would you like to be?
Why?
What would you do if you could misbehave in the way Dennis the Menace used to?
What would you do if you could be Laurel to Hardy?
Who would you be if you could be one of the Seven Dwarfs?
Who would you be if you could be one of the fairy tale Princesses?
Who would you be if you could be one of the Princes?
What old time television family would you have liked to be part of, and who would you have been?
Where would you go, if you could, anywhere in the world?
If you had a Genie, and three wishes what would they be?
If you could choose your friends over again, would you choose the same ones?
I'd choose all of you...my faithful readers.
Have a great day.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Fessing up.
Okay, here's the thing. I recently heard on the TV that people are getting to personal in their on line postings, especially when it comes to their blogs. If I am, I'm sorry, I'm an old woman and I ramble. This is a free blog, you've signed no subscription and you are free not to read anytime you wish. And, I'm certainly sorry if I've ever offended anybody. I hope you continue to read, but I'm telling you up front, the blogs will sometimes be very personal....like today.
As I wrote yesterday it was awful. It was my own fault. I had groceries delivered on Monday. And I confess I was like a crazy person. All that food. Oh, some of it was not good for me, (like salty snacks, and sweet, sweet goodies) of course those were the foods I chose to scarf down while I was putting them away.
Now, I know I should not confess here, but I think if I do it will help me over the guilt of it all.
I started with an old fashioned, big, puffy, glazed donut. Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm.
Still a bit later, (after I discovered three of the eggs I ordered had been cracked during handling) I had to eat them, so I scramble them up and had an English muffin, too. I've not had an egg since Christmas, they were yummy.
While twilight was settling in, I decided I just had to have something salty. So, I went to the snack cupboard and pulled out a bag of chips. I ate, and ate, and ate. Zorro wept. (He does not drool, he sheds tears.) I was stuffed to the gills.
And....a tiny bit later, I had a second big, puffy, glazed donut. Mmmmmmmmmmm. With a cup of coffee.
Caffeine, more sugar, whoop, whoop.
Eventually I toddled off to the office to work. I suddenly began to feel funny, kind of squeamish. Full, uncomfortable. I took a couple antacid tablets and continued to work.
They didn't help. So I decided it was time for bed, I took two more tablets.
Well, the caffeine and all the sugar would not allow me to doze off, and all those foods I normal don't gorge on were still laying like a lump on my stomach. I was
miserable. Around 2 AM I fell into a stupor. Around 4 I was awake again. Two more tablets were devoured.
I finally fell asleep 'for reals'.
When I finally awoke, I felt as though I had been on some kind of a binder. It was awful. The caffeine was gone, the sugar was gone, and I was low, low, low. Seriously, I don't know how drug addicts survive withdrawal. I was a mess. And, stayed like that most of the day.
So, what have I learned from all this. MODERATION. Yes, MODERATION. It's okay to have donuts on hand, and snacks, too. Eggs are not bad either in MODERATION. And, I know this is not a good excuse for my bad behavior, but for the last week my diet had not been all that good, and when my eyes beheld all at fooooooooood, I was overcome with evil but delightful glee. I snapped. I simply snapped and over-moderated with everything.
I ate much better yesterday, and today I'm pretty much back to normal. Most of the goodies have been packaged and frozen, to be doled out in a normal fashion, and I've not had an antacid tablet in over twenty four hours.
There you have it, probably waaay more information than you ever needed to know. However, in my defense, this is also a learning experience for all of us. Overindulgence is a bad, bad, thing. We can be so easily lured off the manicured garden path and into the dark woods of donuts, and chips, and too many eggs....oh, my.
As I wrote yesterday it was awful. It was my own fault. I had groceries delivered on Monday. And I confess I was like a crazy person. All that food. Oh, some of it was not good for me, (like salty snacks, and sweet, sweet goodies) of course those were the foods I chose to scarf down while I was putting them away.
Now, I know I should not confess here, but I think if I do it will help me over the guilt of it all.
I started with an old fashioned, big, puffy, glazed donut. Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm.
Still a bit later, (after I discovered three of the eggs I ordered had been cracked during handling) I had to eat them, so I scramble them up and had an English muffin, too. I've not had an egg since Christmas, they were yummy.
While twilight was settling in, I decided I just had to have something salty. So, I went to the snack cupboard and pulled out a bag of chips. I ate, and ate, and ate. Zorro wept. (He does not drool, he sheds tears.) I was stuffed to the gills.
And....a tiny bit later, I had a second big, puffy, glazed donut. Mmmmmmmmmmm. With a cup of coffee.
Caffeine, more sugar, whoop, whoop.
Eventually I toddled off to the office to work. I suddenly began to feel funny, kind of squeamish. Full, uncomfortable. I took a couple antacid tablets and continued to work.
They didn't help. So I decided it was time for bed, I took two more tablets.
Well, the caffeine and all the sugar would not allow me to doze off, and all those foods I normal don't gorge on were still laying like a lump on my stomach. I was
miserable. Around 2 AM I fell into a stupor. Around 4 I was awake again. Two more tablets were devoured.
I finally fell asleep 'for reals'.
When I finally awoke, I felt as though I had been on some kind of a binder. It was awful. The caffeine was gone, the sugar was gone, and I was low, low, low. Seriously, I don't know how drug addicts survive withdrawal. I was a mess. And, stayed like that most of the day.
So, what have I learned from all this. MODERATION. Yes, MODERATION. It's okay to have donuts on hand, and snacks, too. Eggs are not bad either in MODERATION. And, I know this is not a good excuse for my bad behavior, but for the last week my diet had not been all that good, and when my eyes beheld all at fooooooooood, I was overcome with evil but delightful glee. I snapped. I simply snapped and over-moderated with everything.
I ate much better yesterday, and today I'm pretty much back to normal. Most of the goodies have been packaged and frozen, to be doled out in a normal fashion, and I've not had an antacid tablet in over twenty four hours.
There you have it, probably waaay more information than you ever needed to know. However, in my defense, this is also a learning experience for all of us. Overindulgence is a bad, bad, thing. We can be so easily lured off the manicured garden path and into the dark woods of donuts, and chips, and too many eggs....oh, my.
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