Ooch. Woke up with a sour stomach, should not have had three slices of pumpkin pie at bedtime. Dumb, dumb, dumb. (Well, it's been sitting on the kitchen counter since January 1, and it was homemade with eggs and eggnog, so that was probably the last hurrah, unless we have a death wish, kitchen temperature in the '60's, but reckless is reckless.) OK, found a bottle of club soda on shelf behind the spaghetti pot, sitting here drinking club soda over ice until I get back in acid-base balance.
So, is what you are telling me that I found the fun-loving thread by some miracle, and not to worry about the Feelings thread? 'Cause it sure seems to have been hijacked by something or other, some less pleasant life forms is the way I would put it. |
