So it turns out that I didn't actually go to medical school, and I have no business diagnosing myself. (With anything at all, as a matter of fact). What I thought were sinus headaches are actually cluster migraines and I will probably have to go get some meds to deal with them once and for all. Damn, drat, and phooey. I thought I had outgrown these once I made it out of my 20's. With my stupid luck, this is probably the vestibule to menopausal hell.
My purpose in writing to you again this evening is that I just HAD to share the fact with y'all that Aunt Chrissy and I have just returned from a simply WONDERFUL RESTAURANT EXPERIENCE, and I feel like my faith is restored in humanity once again. Woo Hoo! We went to Carraba's, and it was, to put it mildly, perfection. The server (Hi, Jessica!) was lovely, the salad plates were ice cold, the entree plates were steaming hot, and Jessica even concocted some pasta dish for me that was just what I needed after two days on the bathroom floor. (Now as for the cold salad plate and hot dinner plate....my dad always said that was one of the marks of a restaurant that was paying attention.) And yes, in case you were wondering, I did call the manager over to gush about what a nice meal we had and I left a $15 tip. So there.
Now before you think that Aunt Chrissy and I dine out every night, I should probably clarify that it is a real treat for us, and we actually don't do it very often at all. I love to cook and we probably only go out once a month or so, so when we DO manage to do it we are tickled purple when it's a good experience. I would imagine that we're not alone in this thought with the current state of economic affairs, so why can't AppleFreakinBees get a damn clue and step it up a bit? Huh?
No matter....we'll go back to Carraba's again and will most certainly have another wonderful meal. Thank you, Mr. Carraba! Good night!