And now I am sitting here snot-nosed and sneezing at my no-doubt bacteria-riddled laptop. I am mawing down any and all junkfood I can get a hold of (My husband has been informed procure for my ailments: Chocolate, Dots, sour cream and onion chips, white bread, smoked salmon, Puffs and cough drops). Starve a fever, feed a cold!
There has been a slow and steady decline of the women at Chez Ginga. By women I am referring to me and the Dog. Both of us are shunting about the house milling for food and crashing out slack jawed and drooling in front of the television. Me with
Ostrich and rutabaga?? Are you sure she might not want any caviar with that? Or perhaps some foie gras? Holy fucking crap. I mean, we love this girl to death, don't get me wrong, but we're just about holding it together juggling nipples, and car seats, and snow-days, let alone preparing her an elegant menu pour un. (or is that "une?")
When the old man visibly balked (and actually snorted) at the vet's suggestion, she switched to "then we can try her on this ultra allergen-free food, which we call Liquid Gold or Your Child's College Fund."
So right now she's on the Liquid Gold diet. But I am going to be googling to see where I can get some low-grade Ostrich meat. Does anyone know a man who knows a man who....?