The past two days, the morning drinks have gone from an immediate nummy hazelnutty coffee to follow-up with chamomile tea - a.k.a. complete internal toying.
Stimulate! Sooth! No, stimulate! Not that. That! Over there. Yes, right there.
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I hope you gave your bladder a Christmas bonus this year.
Ah. That explains why it keeps showing up late, taking longer lunches, and giving me the stink eye.
I read this in a book about Anton Chekhov. About a hundred years ago in Russia family members gave prunes as present to folks traveling long voyages in trains because when you're stuck for days in a train, you need some "shiatsu on the inside," you know what I mean, Jelly Bean? I suspect that voluptuous Italian woman making men peep out of their train compartments had some prunes with her...
I think that has permanently changed how I will look at people walking with an unknown purpose.
I like how your blerg has a really active comments-community. Commtunity.
If this were a town, I'd be "Well-Meaning and Generally Non-Threatening Lady Who Makes Utterances That Are Just Incomprehensible and/or Off-Putting Enough to Keep Acquaintances From Becoming Actual Friends."
But you can call me Carol.
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