Bad Shrooms.

I'm starting off with the story on how I supposedly tried to kill my husband with bad shrooms. A friend of ours came to our door with a sack of small spring morels he had found in the woods. We LOVE morels. So I soaked them overnight in salt water, cleaned them and fried them the good ol' fashion way. They were delicious going down! But about 2 hours later Jim had the most gut-wrenching, gag-inducing heaves you could imagine. In all the years I've known him, I can only remember him throwing up twice. This didn't even classify as merely throwing up. I mean, I thought I heard pigs squealing. Nope, it was Jim. I never got sick. But he accused me of poisoning him. So, I spent about a good hour online identifying the shrooms and clarifying that we indeed did NOT ingest fake morels. Long story short, it ends up he had a touch of the flu. Same flu his brother had three days before. And his nephew had a couple of days before that. So, I'm in the clear...this time ; )

We had an active Easter! The usual: church, decorating boiled eggs, frosting cookies, blowing eggs to fill with confetti to throw at each other in the yard....you know, usual stuff. It was chilly enough at noon that we had one egg hunt in the tractor shed. Woohoo....

So I have one gripe today. At least one I'm sharing. Fancy clothes. Professional clothes. Couple professional dress attire with the fact you've gained 20 pounds since the last time you wore pantyhose. What you end up with is a need to wear a girdle so that your blouse buttons don't gape. But guess what? Girdle and all, the buttons on my blouse have popped open every time I change positions. Get up to get a drink....pop. Go to the bathroom, pop. Turn around to answer someone's question...pop. I now sympathize with Tracy. The other night we were watching Bring it On All or Nothing. Every other commercial was for Weight Watchers. After about the third commercial break Tracy has a meltdown and says dramatically: I HATE SCHOOL, I HATE THE BABYSITTER'S AND I REALLY HATE WEIGHT WATCHERS COMMERCIALS! She pretty much sums it up right there. I laughed at what she said, but honestly, she's pretty much on the money!!! Oh, and did I tell you that earlier this week my khakis burst open at the zipper. They just don't make clothes like they used to. (Sounds good anyway!) I don't think it had a thing to do with the cream cheese filled donut I ate for breakfast. That is after I had a bowl of Frosted Flakes...and yogurt.

Okay, now I'm depressed. Excuse me while I go eat a package of double stuff mint oreos.

Playing on my pod right now: Alan Jackson-A Woman's Love
Today's hair style: Curly
What I should be doing: Placing ads in the magazine
Ate for lunch: Large #5 juice stop and a salt/butter pretzel
Tonight's agenda: Soccer practice Will muumuus be in this summer? Eight ball says: Don't count on it!