Oh, thank GOD I don't have a tapeworm. I just started my period. Seriously, ya'll, I was beginning to think I was going to eat everything in sight to satiate some gastrointestinal parasite, but lucky me - it's just Aunt Flo.
I am not even joking when I say I. Can't. Stop. Eating. Cheese.
I can barely stand to type up this post because I want to go stuff my face with Italian truffle, triple cream, and syrrah toscano, sliced and diced with some apples, apricot jam, and Trader Joe's Cookie Butter.
Tom is working late, so I'm going to make myself a little snackity ack and settle down with a movie I know he would never watch - in this case, Pret a Porter, which I have never seen.
In the immortal words of Popeye, that's all I can stands, cuz I can't stands no more. I'm off to stuff my face.
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