... and having just arrived home from a docs appointment that lasted 2 hours after fasting for 12 hours, including blood-drawings , ECG, gazillions of X-rays, and questions, pokings, and proddings, being told come back next week and take your toxic pills EVERY DAY like a good little girl ... "you have advanced rheumatoid arthritis and fibromyalgia and are out of control, am referring you to a rheumatologist, now go home and come back and see me next week." : I'm hungry and cranky and sore and ever-so-desperately in need of my little addictions (picture in picture above) (I forgot to add the Blue Zig Zag cigarette papers and the computer/mouse to that picture ... next time!

Hey Grampa Mark-Oh, has the wee bittie little Missy George 2 pulled out all the hairy-hairs on your chinny-chin-chin yet?