Today I noticed:
I'm getting too old to drink like I used to.
I'm getting too old to dance like I used to (especially while drunk).
The outcome of the football game really affected my day.
My mother saved this struggle of a day by bringing home cheese sticks and cookies for me to eat while in awful shape. She was lovely enough to even bring them to my nauseous ass while I was still lying on the couch. I only had to move my arm and my mouth to eat and get on my way toward feeling better. If I would have foreseen that, I wouldn’t have put myself through the trauma of making a frozen pizza while trying not to vomit.
Ginger ale really does make your stomach feel better.
It was absolutely beautiful outside today. We’re headed for at least three months of frozen hands and feet and roads and I can’t say that I’m ready for it. Are you?
NSAID painkillers can have renal side effects. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that?
I read the other day that an 86-year-old CEO cited never taking any pills as his secret to longevity.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
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