Things I hate about being sick...

- Being sick.
- The red patch under your nose that develops from blowing your nose too much. Sexy!
- "Sick" breath. Again, Sexy!
- Not being able to watch tv because the room doesn't stop spinning.
- Not being able to taste anything because your tastebuds are sick too.

Meh.

I have a tapeworm named Terrance...

This is such a heart warming story, about a little boy who has overcome cancer. He named his tumor 'Frank'. In this day and age where it seems everyone has cancer, I am happy that there are some good stories out there.

I don't know many of you that name your tumors, but I think I have a tapeworm named Terrance. No, I don't have an actual tapeworm (gross) but when I get a hankering for something really bad, like a big block of Ghiradelli Chocolate from Trader Joe's (smothered in peanut butter, of course) I blame Terrance.

I heart wine.

Ok, what's worse?

-Being drunk and pretending that nothing is wrong, but slowly stumbling around...
or
-Just accepting your state and stumbling around anyway.

Imagine... Martha Stewart and me!

Casting calls are open for the next Apprentice, except instead of going head to head with Trumpy himself, it's MARTHA STEWART. I can't quite imagine what that would be like, would she make you create the perfect pie crust for a winter's morn', or make you sew a dust ruffle that is both stylish AND functional? She would indeed scoff at my small collection of Jade-ite, but then I could taunt her with my ability to make italian meringue buttercream. Sigh, I am not sure I could just quit my job in hopes of becoming Martha's Apprentice, but I can still dream of what might have been.

Manahmanah!

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Manahmanah!