I sincerely apologize if you’re offended by the title of this post, but what the hell, I’m sick and I don’t care who knows it. I’m still feeling achy, drippy and crabby ... sort of a Howdygram version of the Seven Dwarfs. (Sorry, Walt, wherever you are.)
About the only thing I can do when I feel like this — aside from blowing my nose — is to EAT THINGS, so this morning I sent Sam to the supermarket for my craving du jour: a tube of Oscar Mayer Authentic Braunschweiger. (Not to be confused, apparently, with FAUX braunschweiger.)
No kidding, braunschweiger is a true gourmet treat on white toast with a layer of pickle relish and a side order of napkins, but I waited until Sam left for work this afternoon because I don’t think he’s really convinced that braunschweiger is an edible substance. (And he scares easily.)
At this point I’m ready for a hot shower, this week’s episode of “Hardcore Pawn” and probably a movie afterwards. Sam won’t be home from work until sometime tomorrow morning so I’m on my own with the remote. I’m thinking Doris Day. Don’t forget to floss.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
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