There's a Mexican restaurant in Seattle that served tequila flights, or at least there used to be.
Mexico Cantina.
Cass! You need to takes me therrrrrr! Why did you not take me there?
They randomly send me email.
Apparently flights of tequila can lead to me giving my email address out.
True... you
do
have self-control issues around tequila...
I feel odd even asking this, but I'm wondering if any of us have had any luck with a non-prescription appetite suppressant.
Or, conversely, tried one that did not work.
I've been having pretty good luck working on portion control...a longtime nemesis...by using an online food journal. Perhaps as a result, all I'm doing is thinking about food. It's annoying.
The food journal has been really interesting in one respect. It gives you the percentage nutrients you consume each day, based on a desired 40-30-30 split.
I've been amazed at how, when I'm eating 'normally', meaning being thoughtful and enjoying healthier foods, I don't come even remotely close to 30% fat. An average day is more like 10-12%. That surprised me.
I have a scar on my right leg from a golf cart accident on campus.
A friend broke her foot in a golf cart accident. I don't think anyone involved was drunk, but it was the day before tech and there might have been a bit of recklessness and stupidity involved.
and Drew, all the ~ma in getting your situation diagnosed and treated ASAP and with a minimum of discomfort.
Drink. I've read that the capsules are less effective because they don't contain all the epigallicatechinadingdongs that work best in synergy, or something. Never used them, anyway.
Now that the weather has broken, I can get back to the tea. That will be good anyway, but all the better, since I did not know that about the pills.
I had to giggle at this
epigallicatechinadingdongs
Given my dyslexia, I read it 5 times, assuming that it was an actual word. heh.
Lots of ~ma, ND.
Just talked to my mom. After they dropped me off, Frankie whined all the way home and nearly chewed through his harness strap, which is seatbelt material. But he's okay now. She actually called to ask if there's a trick to getting Frankie in his crate. Yes, the trick is you pick him up and put him in.
ION I can has Nora! Or she can has me. Or whatever. We has us.
Diagnosis and cure ma for Drew. And punctuation to Perkins. And - Argh! World. Give. The. Buffistas. A. Fuckin. Break.