how tired was I?

I was sooo exhausted after yesterday’s full day that I fell asleep at dinner.  Dinner was at Sushi Samba, where music plays at hip hop club level decibels–and the music is samba.  One minute I put my chin on my hand, the other minute, my husband was nudging me wake.  This happened three times.

Would you eat an orange?

When I was a child, I was taught not to eat candy or any kind of food for that matter, given to me by strangers. It was in the wake of the Halloween candy cyanide craziness–my mother took me aside and was all, “Don’t eat anything anyone gives you! Unless it’s from Mommy!” [...]