I rarely eat many carbohydrates. A friend plied me with alcohol tonight and I broke down and ate three pizzas. Make that three slices of pizza. Now even though it was thin crust I feel just like someone gave me a tranquilizer. Maybe it was the beer. Can't type. Must sleep. Gorgeous Gypsy Wagon book arrived from France today. I'm going to snuggle in bed with it.
On my way to bed these jumped into my hands to be given away:
1. A placemat
2. Another placemat
3. A third
4. A fourth (what can I say? a year is a long time and I need five items a day!)
5. An apron that a kid had from a previous job