So far I've been dying from a spring cold since Tuesday. Today was the
first day my nose didn't weigh 200 lbs ans I had enough energy to go to the
store...I've been craving quesdillas all week. Tomorrow after I recover
from the strain of my grocery trip...I set chicken quesdillas in my sights.

It is so strange...I've been making those groaning noises that my father
made, due to the aches and pains of the cold. Oh JoY! Another sign of old
age settling in, just what I need..


The house of the burning beet-Alan

A man in line at the bank kept falling over...when he got to a teller he
asked for his balance.