All of my friends are geniuses. They have given me all sorts of incredibly smarty-pants tips on how to take better care of my health. Indeed my friend Ruth just pointed out today how I should bake my own bread using whole-grain, un-enriched, and un-iron-fortified flour. HOT DARN whatta great idea! With my bread machine all I have to do is pour in the glup and a couple hours later…Hey Presto!…my carb cravings are satisfied. It’s amazing how many people out there are much more cogent, more cognizant and possess much more clarity than I can ever claim. I am humbled.
Speaking of insistent cravings, after twelve years of marriage I realize how sweet it is to have a husband that is just as addicted to watching
- Days of Our Lives
as I am. Instead of keeping tabs on the crashing economy or observing the implosion of Israel or viewing Obama’s transition team trying to drum up the dinero for the inauguration we cuddle up to DOOL and a plate of nachos. (They’re probably not supposed to be on my menu either, blah!) How comforting it is to watch the wishy-washy denizens of Salem flub through their disastrous (and fictional) lives. I would probably be bunches smarter if I didn’t have to feed the Days monkey. (So much for CNN.)Therefore I have a simple request…keep those ideas, your comments, and the brainy advice flowing! I’m gonna go kill some more brain cells now…I see Tom has the clicker in his hand… I may not be getting any smarter but the inanity of soap opera world is as comforting in these times as a loaf of fresh baked banana bread.
I love my monkeys!
