It's been a festival of food since Eric's mother arrived -- we've had dinner at Lulu and A Cote, lunches out every day, and Sunday I made my favorite-new-summer-adult-beverage (VodkaStillWorks) and "gravy". Gravy is what Eric's family (and other east-coast types) call tomato sauce cooked with meatballs, sausages, and pork.
At this moment I feel like I'll never be hungry again.
After my final day of work tomorrow, Eric and I are hooking up with Lisa and heading out to the lovely Atlantis Casino Resort & Spa, Every Players Paradise. We'll just be there for two nights, then we're coming home to celebrate Corinne's birthday. On Tuesday we're flying to Mexico for 12 days of sun and swimming. Then we're home for a few days, and off to our annual road trip to the Oregon Country Fair.
I tire easily, but I don't feel sick. I'm not in pain, my nose isn't bleeding, my bones don't hurt, my hair isn't falling out, I have no open wounds on my body, and my finger nails aren't falling off.
What's not to like?
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