Anything that interferes with eating is bad news in my opinion. Hell, I barely tolerate talking at dinner time.
Hot (or should that be cold?) on the heels of the Polar Vortex came another big freeze last week, so it’s no wonder that many folk are coming down with all kinds of nasties.
Ah winter. The season of runny noses, chapped lips and cheeks rubbed raw by icy winds.
I’m not American so Thanksgiving isn’t really a holiday for me. Having said that, giving thanks in any form is something I can really get behind.
Living in the wilds of the Caribbean, I’m accustomed to various creatures wanting to snack on my delicate flesh.
The title of this post was also the title of a post I saw a while ago on the Huff Post (not going to include the link because it was ages ago and, frankly, I can’t be bothered hunting for it).