Never trust a slimy turkey

So, I've been a little bit gone lately. Don't know if you noticed. *whistling* I have this family member who saves all foods well past their expiration date. I checked once. The door of her refrigerator has salad dressings from 97 in there. To her credit *eye roll* she tells me that some of them are just re-used bottles, but judging from the whangy thwap of after taste, I'm guessing that most aren't.

She invited a bunch of us over for dinner last week and served up something she SWEARS she just thawed out. Seeing as how I was late and didn't eat until nine that night, and that's the ONLY thing I ate, I think there's a secret fib in there somewhere. I spent the next four days doubled over a garbage can.

And folks, this is not the first time either.

I'm never eating at her house again.

On the lighter side, I get to meet awesome author Julia Rachel Barrett this Thursday. That's right. I'm flying to her beautiful State (which I won't disclose in case she doesn't tell people) for a five day visit!! I'm trying to get up to health so we can hike and stuff. I love hiking though it's been a while. I think she'll lap me.

Oh, and I'm working on some comics for my recent smattering of doctor visits which left me in a huge Fwuh. Maybe it's working as an erotic romance writer, but it does seem like oddly erotic things occur in the doctor's office. Or is that just me??