Wednesday, July 30, 2008

TMI

(Warning: This post falls under the Way Too Much Information category. And yet I am strangely compelled as if I were channeling Fiddledeedee . . . )

Navigating the slippery slope of the Pit of Ick is a tricky business. And it wreaks havoc on all facets of normal behavior. Case in point: I have refused fries. As in FRENCH FRIES, dear reader.

I'll give you a moment to pull those eyebrows back down to where God slapped 'em on your head and called it a day.

Hopefully, tomorrow's post will be about something other than my tortuous traverse through the Isle of Illness. If not, then just as a teaser, tomorrow's post may be titled:

Pinxsav, a gal's best friend.

or this one:

Barf bags - the new origami craze?
I'm just sayin'

2 comments:

  1. "I'll give you a moment to pull those eyebrows back down to where God slapped 'em on your head and called it a day."

    That, my friend, is priceless!!

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  2. Golly! I sure hope you feel better very, very soon!

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