"Like every American I'm speaking with, we are ill."

I am afraid of this woman:



thank you, Katie Couric, thank you. Its comical to watch her circle around the drain and spew out buzz words. She's the smartest hockey mom I know.


And, although hilarious, this is disturbingly similar:




It nauseates me so much that i'm writing about on what i thought was my food blog. I can't wait to watch the debate on thursday.

let's keep tweedle dee and tweedle dum far away from the White House, please?

One last real-life note: start hoarding your monies in the mattress. times is gettin sticky

Also, I've (miraculously) put the bottle down, as well as my fork until Halloween. Trust me, green tea is not as good as bourbon, but i don't feel like looking like a fatty for my birthday. If all goes well I'll tell you about a different kind of food adventure, one of a treacherous non-delicious sort.

love and fluffy bunnies