I'm having a better today than I was last post, and frankly feel a little embarassed at my petulance and ingratitude (someone got a thesaurus...). After all, asthma is far from the worse lung disease there is, am I right, motherfuckers!?

Valentine's Day: My husband bought me a grocery store bouquet (feh) and my son told me I'd have to share my card with his Dad. That seemed a little gay to me. (Maybe I can still have some hope for a gay son).

And now I have to do what it always seems like I am doing -- go to Costco.

Still living large.