No idea why but I am totally dragging ass today. I feel like I was hit buy a bus. No fever or anything to indicate flu just a general "ouch! why the f*ck do I ache in places I didn't even know I had?" kind of feeling. Bleh.
On a side note, I made the primal lamb lasagne with only eggplant (no zuchini) and it was the bomb - though not if you dislike eggplant obviously (yup, looking at you Naiad).
somehow I manage to leave my intelligence and decorum at the door wherever I go. I doubt your journal will be an exception to that - not on the rug
What the F&#* is a decorum? - Mr. Anthony