I'm a firm believer in food hangovers, the plummeting of blood sugar after an especially gluttonous day. I first experienced this phenomenon the day after I tried mashed potatoes made with truffle oil. On the day after Halloween I was not to be trifled with-- I had eaten most of the chocolate that was supposed to go to trick-or-treaters, because none had showed up after I came home from work at 7:00. November 1 was the worst NYC commute I've ever made.
On that note, a list of phrases overheard in my mother's house this morning:
"Ugh. Whitney and Bobby True Hollywood Story? Who the hell wants to watch that?"
"You're going to be a grumpy old lady some day."
"Listen to this headline: 'Once a cheater always a cheater?' The answer is YES!"
"Ann Curry got hit in the head with a basketball and they are showing it in slow motion!"
"Wouldn't it be awesome if she got a bloody nose on national TV?"
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