Enough About Me ...

I have this sneaky suspicion that Tylenol was put out by the man. I've never been a drug taker (dream maker love teach you not to mess around wit me). My reality is so wild and full of context switches (that was for the geeks in the hizouse. Hoop hoop) that suppressing my inhibitions or enhancing the taste of Starburst never quite suited my orita. My super hunky husband drinks this medicinal crap like Chartreuse and Benedictine which was used by the monks as an *elixir* OOooooOoo. So I think I'm going to pay homage to the monk times and use elixir to help with the colds. Granted, if I have a bad fever, I'm not sure the monks quite solved that issue and the man did, so I'll drop a capsule of T. But hear me now and believe me latah, there is something to be said about monks, Chinese and hippie medicine. Not exactly sure what that something is good tasting, less filling. However, I am doubtful that the monks have a warning label stating alarm if you eat the man and drink more than a glass or so of alcohol a day because your liver does not have room to process the man's toxins and your splash of scotch. This year's cold season brought to you by Sambucol and Benedictine. Cheers, mate!