I had a dream the other night about some woman who would only eat her meals on the porch - it was more fun and the food tasted better that way. She would eat dessert inside the house and she demonstrated this by eating some of those candied fruit slices. I have no idea what this means. When I'd go to Mackinac Island with Pat (you do know it's pronounced Mackinaw) island, I'd eat almost all my meals on their gorgeous porch. It is more fun. And yes, we'd have fresh fudge inside at the dinner table.
I've been so tired lately, it's been hard to concentrate - I've been reading these really fluffy novels by Pamela Morsi. Just light candy reading. I love on the covers it says, "a USA TODAY bestselling author." Wow, USA today - a paper sold in a microwave (thanks Clare)
I was on some stupid antibiotics and you're supposed to stay off the hooch while on them. Thanks to a study done by a pharmacy student - I was trying out his theory last night at Dixies on Grand. A not bad BBQ, beers, wine and hard liquor (not very much of each) and I was fine. James got a stomach ache maybe some sympathetic reaction.
That's pretty much all I want in life, eating dinner on the porch, dessert at the dining room table and a glass scotch on the sofa while on the phone. Forget the real stuff - candy or liquor is fine with me.
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