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'