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.
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.
Elaine: You’re giving birth to Norman.
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.