I am currently munching on left over meatballs and rice. My mom came over last night to make us dinner where she made me drink a glass a milk. I felt like I was 7. Oh well, it made her happy. The dinner was great and it made me think of all of the fabulous and down home meals she made for us growing up, even while working full time as a teacher and with two obnoxious kids. I hope to be half as great of a mom she is.
Anyhoo, I brought the leftovers with me to work today. I was excited. Then I started eating them and I started to get grossed out. I had just been saying how I am already not feeling sick anymore. The last time I felt like tossing my cookies was on Saturday. It must be karma, because even as I am forcing myself to eat the food, my stomach is starting to turn. Like I need to Ralph. How come my nausea is reappearing? Oh well.
To make things worse, there is a lady in my office who is determined to shower herself with stinky perfume every morning. It smells like ass. It's that kind of sweet and heavy perfume that usually elderly women are drawn to. And another reason I feel like ralphing.