Day 33: Side trip on the way to wine country

February 4 2011 . . .Another Friday evening, but a better week than the one before.  Regardless, I still have no intention to cook tonight. 

The kid was using my cell phone once and mentioned that I have more restaurants in my contact list than people. Nuh-uh, I said. Yeah huh, he replies.

I look and darn it, he's right. But only people are on speed dial, so it's not so bad, really. 

And yep, my car's a mess. It's an extension of my purse. And file cabinet.

Day 26: You know where to find me

Jan 28 2011 . . . It's a dog eat dog world and I'm wearing milkbone underwear - Norm Peterson (Cheers)

It's Friday evening and the end to a rather icky week. If anyone's looking for me, you may want to wait until tomorrow.

Day 16: Somebody needs to pony up here

Jan 18 2011 - Will somebody eat the last one? Please? I'm on a it's-not-a-diet-it's-a-lifestyle thing and this little nugget of chocolately goodness is singing to me the Siren's song to Odysseus.

Day 11: I can quit the stuff any time I want

Jan 13 2011 . . . I get a level of satisfaction whenever I come across health related articles that tout the benefits of coffee in your diet. It allows me to feel vindicated with this life long java habit. Being a farm girl, I started on the bean at a relatively young age. So, could I quit the stuff now at my post-thirty stage of life?  Well, of course I could, people. But it would involve biblical proportion wailing and gnashing of teeth.

By those who would have to live with me during detox.