Hi, there. Trudy can't come to the computer right now, so I'm updating you under an assumed name.
She saw many more mountains and will soon have photos to share with all of you. She also met my personal trainer and has confirmed my theory that said tiny blonde female is actually Buffy Summers in disguise, though we saw no stakes. We are on our way to the grocery store to fetch the rest of the ingredients for corn and cheddar cheese chowder, which we will eat while watching Stargate: SG-1 episodes on DVD , from the comfy futon in the TV room.
We'll save you some soup.
Hopefully Trudy will be able to see the snowy mountains under the near full moon we've got going at the moment.
Yeah, I'm wondering if what I had was really food poisoning. I've heard of many cases recently (Cindy included, I think) of major stomach wrenching.
I know I had a couple rounds (or one long one that abated for a while) of something like this. I was sick last weekend (and out sick from work Monday and Tuesday) and never got back to feeling 100%. I ended up leaving work at 2 today because I felt like it was coming back all morning, but I don't feel too bad right now (though I mainly just want to crawl into bed, I also hope to get through 24 before that - if I go to bed now, I'm almost guaranteed to wake up at stupid o'clock in the morning and not be able to get back to sleep).
We'll save you some soup.
Mmmmmm...soup.
{{{Susan}}} and {{{Deena}}} Much -ma and strength to you ladies.
I don't have much else to add. I'm very limp noodle-ish having just had a hot, hot bath.
Oh, and someone remind me to call Deena in the morning and confirm for Wednesday, please!
Okay, Cash, I'll do that. Hee.
Yum. Went to a friend's for dinner and had stuffed tilipia, parmesan risotto, a Greek salad and Bananas Foster for dessert.
It was REALLY good. I was looking at cereal for tonight.
I confess I don't understand smokers, or the allure of smoking, because I've tried to take up the habit, I really have (twice -- once in college, when everybody tries it, and once when I was in the Freak-Ass Church, b/c everyone smoked and my BF smelled like Reds so I might as well get used to it), but it only made me choke and feel like my lungs were collapsing and my alveoli were running for the hills.
So why smokers do it is beyond me. And I wish they wouldn't, partly b/c I want the smokers I love to stick around for a long time, and partly b/c it makes me choke and cough and sneeze. (Seriously -- I applaud the banning of smoking in public buildings, but then all the smokers congregate right outside the fucking door, so I still have to walk through a toxic cloud to get into the building, and then what's the point, because my lungs still just got whammied with secondhand smoke.)
Ahem.
