The back of one of these senior photos says, “I think we are both creatives nuts and that’s why we get along so well.”   From Day One, we shared a sense of humor, along with–and about–all the traumas and dramas of growing up.   It doesn’t seem to us like anything has changed, and now we’re seeing if the jokes travel outside our tight circle of two. If they do, this She Said, She Said will be the first of many. If they don’t–we’ll continue laughing alone.

You are sound asleep in your little bed. BIG Bed! I, on the other hand, am up after eating about 500 calories of cake. I am sleeping, but can totally relate. I fell asleep and woke up to go to the bathroom, made a pit stop to the kitchen for a handful of almonds. What am I thinking…will I not have enough fuel to continue sleeping…am I thinking at all?

I couldn’t bear to be home after I got off the phone with you last night.  So I went to the regular Friday night wine tasting at Raley’s.  This is the equivalent of a wine tasting at Giant Eagle.  $3 gets you a glass and an endless pour of four or five pretty rough wines which you can enjoy with the other connoisseurs.  And cheese.  Sliced.  And crackers.  And cut up fruit.  And some salami.  All of this takes place right by the bakery section so it was a foregone conclusion that I would fork over another 2.99 for a square of white layer cake with white frosting and sprinkles.  I didn’t intend to eat the whole thing–but somehow it just happened. This sounds like a situation comedy! I love it and frankly if the local market offered it up I would go. They have started to sell wine for 5.99 and I have started drinking it. My taste buds can no longer have standards that don’t meet my budget. This is what is known as dealing with emotional issues by eating.  I laughed so hard. Where do I begin…

The eating thing….so timely…yesterday I purchased a drink at Starbucks for my “boss” and he implored me to have something. I am so over Starbucks, but I surveyed the menu and it brought back to me that during Charles cancer bout the only thing he could stomach was Starbucks Frappuchinos and Starbucks Ice cream. We ate it “collectively” for breakfast lunch and dinner. I would choose chocolate over coffee any day so for me to get hooked on coffee ice cream and drinks was not the norm for me. I guess we find some food that is comforting and then eat the hell of it.  So yesterday I opted for the Frappuchino expecting the familiar comfort of sweet deliciousness I had experienced.  It wasn’t there! The drink was flat and unpleasantly sweet.  Interesting…. how our experience influences our perception of taste.

Right after my mother died, I would stand in the kitchen and eat ice cream out of a 1/2 gallon container.  Just me and the ice cream and the spoon.  Or I’d toast marshmallows on a fork over the kitchen stove.   And eat them slowly while I read a book.  Then go back and roast some more. I am the master of portion control. I decidedly weigh my portions on a kitchen scale so I don’t exceed the recommended caloric amount. then I divvy it up in containers so I am prepared for my next “feeding’. Where this all falls apart is….I invariably avail myself of the next feeding right after I finished eating the last drop of the first feeding. Then I ponder how I manage to deceive myself? It really interrupted the book, but I couldn’t figure out how to make the toasting be less intrusive.  I did contemplate a candle, but figured it would take too long. The candle works.  I’ve done it.