Hi, Del!!! Your sister sounds really funny!! I wish I someone at my house that was so fastidious. I iron my clothes by putting them on hangers, turning the shower all the way to hot, closing the door and steaming the wrinkles out. My husband asked me why I didn't dust the tops of our paintings!!! I said if I'm too tired to cook dinner, vacuum or pay the bills, why on earth would that occur to me!!! I must say that when I do not have an actual job, my home feels happy and musical and the plants grow and the meals are home-cooked and healthy and delicious, and people are nurtured. But it's really hard to do a lot of things well.
I did not mean, incidentally, that you should have felt sad for freezing all those doomed brine shrimp. What I thought is that maybe you felt sad watching the little guy who almost revived himself die after two minutes. And no, I don't think you are a prude. I hope you don't think I am a vegetable-sexual!! The question of yeast infections has simply not often come up at SI. I do know a joke, although you have probably already heard it! Okay, here it is: What do you call an anorexic with a yeast infection? A quarter pounder with cheese!!!!
You know, Del, I think it's way past my bedtime. The nasty prescription antibiotics are starting to kick in, so I am feeling slightly better, but I somehow acquired a bottle of Red Ass Beer (wheat beer with clover and orange honey), with which I washed down the Southern Comfort. My throat is starting to feel almost normal again.
I bet the librarian is very strict!!! |
