So, it's been 2 1/2 months since I had sugar. Refined sugar that is. I'm not being fanatical about it. Last night, at my fabulous husbands birthday party, he "begged" me to eat a piece of cake. "In honor of my birthday," he pleaded. It was a 4 layer decadent chocolate Costco confection.

Less than 24 hours later, I'm at home with a migraine, a scratchy throat, low grade fever and a post nasal drip that is making my throat raw.

Sugar is poison, folks. Albeit a delightful variety of the stuff.

Next time I will celebrate with a handful of grapes.


In other news, we are watching Season 1, Episode 3 of "Lost". I think I've found a new compulsion. Nice.

Pablo says I "experience deep emotions".

This makes me uncomfortable. I spend copious amounts of energy attempting to do exactly the opposite. I think it makes me sound like some sort of ridiculous female basket case.

Sometimes, life doesn't let me keep everything in check though.

Larry has lymphoma. Non-hodgkins... It may have travelled to his lungs. They go in on Monday and hopefully find out and get a better plan. Wayne and his family have been summoned to the doctors office on Monday and they have been told to bring someone with them to drive them home.

The Mr. got a new Abyssinian for his birthday. Her name is Kuba. (koobah) Like the cigars.
She's absolutely amazing.

A little good in my day. Gotta love that.