I wound up at a walk-in clinic this afternoon. Since we’ve been home from Cuba I have been blessed with pretty serious stomach cramps and haven’t had a solid…well, I will spare you the gorier details but let’s just say that the phrase “pissing out my asshole” is appropriate. Now I’ve been told to stick to a restricted diet-no caffeine, dairy, alcohol, spicy, greasy, fruit veggies-and just eat clear soup, apple juice, banana, mashed potato. Yum yum. That’s for the next three days, joy. Sunday night I am going to have seriously deep fried goodness, soaked in whiskey.
Anyway, on Tuesday I went out for lunch with my parents-it was my first foray into the distillery district. It’s, uh, swanky. This is a picture of me showing my dad my holiday pictures. It was taken before the ‘medium’ wings came that were so hot I could only manage to down three. It was also taken before I dropped one on my white t shirt, leaving a giant orange stain on my belly. Good thing I brought along my jacket, ha ha!
My dad turns 70 next year. I think he looks super great!
OH OH OH
PS And most importantly, is there any of my buddies out there that would like to see the upcoming Harry Potter movie with me at the theatre? Please? Shannon has less than no interest and my boss would find it too scary. I don’t care to go on opening night-too busy, but maybe the weekend after?
Ack! I wish I was in Toronto because I want to go too but have no one to go with! :(
I wish I could go!
you are right, Dad looks great!! I can’t wait to see him in September!