Bizonkulous

A couple nights ago James was sleeping over and we were snuggling.

“Hey Elaine… tell me some sweet nothings.”
“Um, okay…. zero sugar cubes.”
“Haha, tell me another!”
“Empty jar of honey.”
“Okay. Now whisper loving sentiments in my ear.”

Yesterday and the day before I was crampy and SO TIRED and felt a general malaise all day. Eating nachos and garlic bread didn’t help (though it was super good!). Really all I can tolerate when I’m crampy is fruit for about two days.

So this morning I slept in until SEVEN THIRTY. Insane! I feel a lot better though. I got some fruit for breakfast and a big salad for lunch and it’s sitting much nicer in my tummy than yesterday’s Brick o’ Starch.

Uh, happy Robbie Burns Day. Did I mention I got some veggie haggis the other day? It was crap. Probably would have been tasty had I made it myself, but the spices were weird and did I mention that hydrogenated oil was the second ingredient on the list? For that reason I would normally never have bought it, and after eating it my tummy concurred.

Oh! AND! Yesterday James and I were walking along downtown by Davie and Granville past a record shop which had a speaker outside blastin’ some tunes. James said, “Oh! At first I didn’t see that speaker there and I thought the music was coming from the PIGEONS, and I was thinking how insane that was.”