My friend Jen just left; she was my best friend in junior high and we have not seen each other since probably 10th grade. We found each other again on Facebook, and she came to stay on her way to Florida.
Naturally, I forced her to make dinner.
No, no. We went to that cravings party last night and she wanted to bring something, too, so she made chocolate cupcakes with homemade frosting. Did you even know you could make your own frosting?
Jen lives in New York and is in her third year of medical school. I know! She just up and went to medical school!
Can you think of a better combination than me and my hypochondria and someone who is (a) in medical school, (b) is really interested in all diseases and (c) always has a little computer attached to herself where she can look anything up for me? Oh! I have so many new ailments. It was fabulous.
With all my Googling and so forth, I often knew most of what she was telling me about my various medical woes, it was just when she got into the technical body parts that I no longer knew stuff. So I practically have an MD myself. I have an M. Or an MG: a medical Google degree.
Tallulah took a big shine to her, too, which is saying something, because between you and me, Tallulah is kind of aloof with people. But she was constantly trying to get up in Jen's lap ("She THINKS she's a lap dog!" Barf.), and she tried to sleep with her last night, too. Look how Pit Bully she looks here. The dog, not Jen.
Also, Jen was solidly on Team Francis. She was fascinated by his cranky self, as most of you are, and took pictures of him and kept remarking on his handsomeness. Francis glared at her. I kept pleading with her not to touch him, and of course she did, and of course Francis said, "MOW" and acted like he was about to bite out her jugular. God, he's pleasant.
Anyway, it was good to see her and we said this morning it was a relief we liked each other, still, because we were stuck together all day. I said had we hated each other I was planning to suggest we go to a movie.
We did not see a movie. We also did not go to a convenience store and ask an adult to buy beer for us and then go see Grease, so all in all the day was a novelty.
The party was good, and there was all sorts of cravings food. I have no idea why I do not have a big bolt of lightning in my head right now, because what migraine-inducing food? There was my own macaroni and cheese, with both Parmesan and cheddar; there were Jen's chocolate cupcakes; some devil Satan Beelzebub pusher man made chocolate-covered Ritz crackers, and why did no one tell me that was the most delicious combination known to mankind? There was also a lot of spicy food such as sausage and peppers and so forth.
Anyway somehow I got away with it and all I want to do it eat 2937852485 chocolate-covered Ritz crackers. And be able to drink more than 3/4 of a cup of coffee.
Perhaps I will have some delicious lettuce now. Or maybe a piece of, I don't know, chicken! Sigh.