Tuesday, January 17, 2012


It's been that kind of day. Just when I thought I had Mr Charm's affairs settled and am taking a much needed vacation in California, irksome stuff happened, and I was strongly irked. I respond to unpleasant happenings in weird ways. First, my hair starts to fall out. Don't laugh--the vacuum cleaner is picking up oodles of hair these days. I am going to have to ask Donald Trump for the name of his hairdresser soon. As an added bonus, my stomach gets upset. I react to this by taking so many Tums every day that my osteoporosis has been cured--a miracle. Of sorts. PS: Though my stomach is upset almost every day, I don't lose any weight.


Anonymous said...

You compensate lost food pounds with weight of all those Tums!

Kitten said...

Did you ever find out what the deal was with the IRS letter?

miriam said...

Tat: Maybe. Kitten: still working on that.