Pour Some Rare Cooked Steak on Me

My wonderful friend, whom we shall call Elaine (not her name), and I had a wonderful conversation the other evening. After weeks of a sick stomach, I discovered something important.

Sugar makes me sick.

Cake

Icecream

Donuts

Little Debbies (-whine-)

Yummy, ooey-gooey pastries

Sick. Sick. Sick.

Elaine: So what does taste good?

Me: Meat. Rare, bloody meat. I had a steak from Texas Roadhouse, rare, and devoured it in the tattoo parlor while the Husband got his tattoo worked on. I ate a steak with plastic utensils and I hadn’t felt so good afterwards in a long time.

Elaine: Dear God.

Me: What?

Elaine: You’re giving birth to Norman.

Yes, I know this guy's name is not Norman. But he's how I imagine Norman looks, okay. Just enjoy the eye candy. Enjoy it.
Yes, I know this guy’s name is not Norman. But he’s how I imagine Norman looks, okay. Just enjoy the eye candy. Enjoy it.

Now if you don’t know who Norman is to me, you’re missing out. You really are. Check out my other blog, this post specifically, for a sneak peek inside my head where Norman, my muse, happily resides.

http://lauraashleylord.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/cavemen-and-feather-boas/


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