Arrrgh!!!

Actually, my mind is still stuck on this weekend's topics. Last night I still felt too rotten to cook, so DH did take out from Olive Garden. Two of the four of us are ill, and he brings back four full sized entrees, four salads that could feed eight people, complete with salad dressing, cheese and croutons, and a bag of breadsticks. I had lasagana last night. It was very comforting, but filling. I'm working on the salad for lunch. Despite eating strangely, and eating things that are NOT on my diet, I've lost more weight. That may be the only good thing to say about being sick.

I was a little surprised about Acidman's reply to my question about comfort food. I rather expected that he would choose something inherently Cracker, but he likes egg drop soup. I guess that's an upscale chicken noodle soup. Dr. D. could have been raised in my family; his choices match mine down the line. Bogie really surprised me, with "refried beans." Actually, bogie, add a little cheese to that, and put it on a Tostito, and I might agree. See.....it's that starch thing again. Cheese goes well with anything. Speedbump is probably thinking of a suggestion for the queso at Miguelitos's right now! *WEG*

I was at the grocery store again today for more tush watching. I'm not a spring chicken any longer, and I recently realized that I've stopped watching the very young guys in favor of those who are a little older. Guys who are in their mid thirties to their late fifties seem to really draw my eye, especially if they have kept themselves fit. I'm happy to say that there are a LOT of guys who fit that description.

I wonder, after all the years that men have made it clear that they watch women, all the talk about "hooters" and "headlamps" and such, does it embarrass guys to know they are being watched? I don't go around making appreciative noises and pumping my arm in the air, and contrary to public opinion, I DON'T DROOL! But (and I've learned this from my MOTHER..) when you stop looking you might as well be dead. Actually, I was talking with Mother about this today. I asked her if she found that she was watching older men too, and she said "No." She didn't care to elaborate on the subject (pehaps she feared being immortalized here), but it seems she just likes MEN. PERIOD! Especially if they happen to have small red convertibles!

If ya really want to do something nice for me, arrange for a parade of attractive men to pass my way, today. I need a gutter guy, and a lawncare guy, and a handyman. Send the UPS and the FedEx guys, and the postman, and have a poll taker and floral delivery guy visit. Heck, if you can't think of any excuses, tell them to stop by and say they are LOST! Make my day!