Cats Playing Patty-cake, what they were saying...

Reality Check about that New Year's Diet resolution:

Django: "Food is fuel. You get picky about what you put in the tank, your engine is gonna die. Now shut up and eat your garbage." 
(From Poor Deby's favorite-movie-of-all-time: "Ratatouille")

Talk Like an Egyptian

Poor Deby and Poor Hubby Dave have both been sick with stupid colds now for much longer than necessary.  When Poor Deby was in junior high school history class learning about the ancient Egyptians, she came across the following "ancient Egyptian cold cure" and she would like to share it with you now:

Depart cold, Son of a cold.

Thou who breaketh the bones,

Destroyeth the skull,

Maketh ill the seven openings of the head.

Go out onto the floor.

Stink.

Stink.

Stink.

Poor Deby must have thought these were some pretty powerful words to have remembered them for, oh, lets just pick a nice round number and say over 40 years later!  (Either that, or she was just a weird warped kid who found words like "stink. stink. stink." extremely funny.)  So, for all of you poor readers suffering from winter colds, Go out onto the floor.  Stink. Stink. Stink.