Tenderloin and Tea
It’s one o’clock and I’ve had only one cup of tea. One of the ladies I work with was kind enough to point out that she went to Sam’s to get supplies and ended up coming back with some Earl Grey. Yipes! I am quickly losing my reputation as a coffee drinker. What can I say? Since I’ve come down with an ulcer, I’ve switched back to tea. It’s a civilized drink, really it is. It doesn’t smell as good as coffee, but it’s got a pleasant aroma and it doesn’t rot out my stomache. Plus it keeps my hands warm. You will always be happy in life, so long as your hands and feet are warm. This I remember from my days in Potsdam.
I have decided that I will go to the doctor soon about my ulcer. They probably will give me some horrible tests, which I will have to pay for, but they may be able to cure it. Or at least give me some meds so it isn’t so bad. I’ve been putting off going because I do not care for my Doctor and wanted to find a new one. Now that I have, well, there’s no excuse. Exercise seems to be helping a bit, but it’s not enough. My ulcer has annoyed me to the point that now I want to get rid of it.
Speaking of exercise, I’m going to order the Tao Bo ab’s and glut’s video. It’ll probably kill me. What’s that they say, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Yeah right. I’ll try to remember that when I’m stuck on the floor with tears coming down my face. Or even worse, laughing my head off because my butt’s so big I can’t reach some imaginary point in the air I’m supposed to kick. Oh joy. I can hardly wait for the UPS man to deliver this package of fun.
My friend Ken has not updated his blog since Monday. HEY KEN, QUIT YOUR SLACKING. There, I said it. Course he could have rubbed my nose in the fact that I went an entire day without blogging and usually miss the weekends, but there is some honor among tenderloiners, I suppose. Well, if you are reading this, Ken, you now have my permission to make fun of me on the days I do not blog. There may not be honor between thieves but there certainly has to be something between slackers. Otherwise they would bang their heads together. Wait, Ken’s a headbanger. Oh, nevermind. It’s time to get more tea.
Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in “Carol’s Little World” signing off.
