Christmas eve, I handled one of them (It's kind of a 2-in-1) by letting an old family friend take me out.
It was a good thing, and I may have found an opportunity for cash while I'm at it, doing a bit of modelling for Hapsburg (The Haps) Shirt Co. in Bfflo which this friend owns and does designs for. (I don't know if I could seriously say "What's the Haps, yo?" as one of his slogans says.) I also hit open meetings, which helped deal with my itch, after 2 years to deal with stress with addictions I know wouldn't be good for me. Now, I think I'm in for a long week, because I succumbed... to rascally gingerbread! Bad me, I allowed gluten into my system. First night, I slept in the tub. I didn't want to throw up on the floor or in bed. Right now, I'm trying the BRAT diet again... Bananas, Rice, Applesauce and Tea/ Toast. In my case, it's BRATTT (Tapioca Toast). God as my witness... I don't want to ever look at a gingerbread man again. Half eaten ones are in my dreams, chanting, Na na na na na! Bethy's been a bad, bad girl. Smack me next time and tell me "NO."
|According to Google Images, THESE are sugar plums|