webcowgirl

Chili Today Hot Tamale

As I sit here eating a bowl of chili, omfg good- and shame on me as I don’t believe it’s on my south beach lifestyle plan, but I just couldn’t face a salad today in this weather. I'm starting to feel my inside warm up to what I dream the outside of my body would feel like today. It’s official; horrible, awful, unforgiving winter is here. I'm not whining, I'm from Texas. I was born with a delicate sensitivity to the cold.

My hands are chapped; a scabby substance where my wedding ring normally sits has appeared. Gross. The ring came off last night and will stay off for a couple of days in hopes of healing. I try lotion and everything, but my hands remain as dry as the desert. I’m staring down and my cuticles now which remind me of some movie I saw in the fourth grade about lumber production. You know the one where you see how pencils are made? They start with the tree, then the tree is floating in the water until it’s turn to go into the grinder to be split up into a million jagged pieces. My cuticles look like those pieces.

Oh well what are you gonna do? No a gosh darn thing. Oh the chili comma is starting. I’ll have to have some herbal tea in a minute. I can’t hardly wait for tonight. I will finally have some ammunition to attack the supreme fart monster I live with. SO watch out hon….there is a Dutch oven in your future and it’s not Le Cruset!!

;-)

posted by webcowgirl @ 10:28 AM