This has been a tough day. I am glad to be back in town, but my new roommate is horribly territorial. She just got upset with me for using her fork! I am coming down with a cold and I feel spacey and all around lousy. So, maybe I did just take the first fork I saw. Honestly, I can't remember. It's her house, so I must abide by her ridiculous rules, and I am stuck here until I can afford to leave. I am SOOOO tired of having to live in other people's houses. I would be so blissfully happy to have a place of my own. I am way too old (50 in July) to have to deal with fork wars!!
My throat is killing me!!!:-(