Sean, that stomach thing seems to be making the rounds -- it sent me to the ER over the weekend because I couldn't keep anything down and was severely dehydrated.
Ugh. Sorry to hear about that, Teppy. I know I felt absolutely lousy. And I'll just say, vomiting was
not
my problem. Yuck.
Glad you're on the mend -- it's lousy.
Me too. It sucked.
And I'll just say, vomiting was not my problem. Yuck.
Oh, I had *that*, too. A lot. And not exactly under my control. And that's all I have to say about that.
Oh, I had *that*, too. A lot. And not exactly under my control. And that's all I have to say about that.
Yeah. I'm glad that's over for both of us.
I was SO HUNGRY for breakfast this morning. It actually felt good to eat for the first time in days. I had two yogurts and a ham and cheese croissant. It may have been the most delicious food I've ever eaten.
I'm very proud that I've eaten dry toast, crackers, a plain english muffin, and a banana today, and it's all stayed put. Because yesterday when I tried solid food, Bad Things Happened.
Maybe tomorrow I'll eat a sandwich. Living on the edge, I tell you what.
Trying for a hat trick....
I know Nilly and possibly Shir have talked before about the popularity of cell phones in Isreal. I'm currently watching a show about Biblical relics on National Geographic, and they just showed a brief clip of a man praying at the Western Wall.
In the middle of his praying, he gets a call on his cell phone. Without missing a beat in his prayer, he pulls the phone out of his breast pocket just to see who's calling, (presumably) sends the call to voice mail, and pops the phone back into his pocket.
I don't know why, but I found that very amusing.
Maybe tomorrow I'll eat a sandwich. Living on the edge, I tell you what.
You're living life in the fast lane, Tep.
Maybe tomorrow I'll eat a sandwich. Living on the edge, I tell you what.
You're living life in the fast lane, Tep.
It's the glamorous life, I'll tell you what.
You're living life in the fast lane, Tep.
The English radical John Wilkes agrees! He had a long-standing rivalry with John Montagu, Earl of Sandwich and fellow member of the Hellfire Club. Their antagonism included the following exchange:
Earl of Sandwich: "Sir, I do not know whether you will die on the gallows or of the pox."
Wilkes: "That, sir, depends on whether I embrace your principles or your mistress."