The past week has me questioning the nickname that my Grandmother gave me (and the title of this blog). You see, I've been sick. Flu-like symptoms, one-hundred and one temperature, and... no appetite. Zero! Zilch! Nada! It's coming back, kind of, but I'm beginning to force-feed myself.
This is really strange for a few reasons. You see, I'm not one of those people who forgets to eat a meal. Only once before have I been sick enough to lose my appetite. And rare is the day I don't get excited about what I'm going to make myself for lunch. The weirdest thing? Forty-eight hours went by without me eating. That is just unheard of for me. Really, it's mind-blowing. Even at my sickest I'm usually able to gain an appetite by turning on the food network for a minute, or peaking at a cooking magazine. But not this time.
So, blog readers -- forgive my lack of posts. I blame it on the sickness (I should add I was also attached to the couch and unable to bring myself to shower even, for most of those 48 hours). I know! I'll try watching Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives -- that will get my mouth watering again and I'll be back with a vengence. If that doesn't work, I'll just keep looking at the photo at the top of this post of my niece while singing the L.L. Cool J song "I'm gonna knock you out. Mama said knock you out" because it makes me laugh. And I think she looks like a mini-boxer warming up for a fight in this photo.
Or it could just be the lack of food has gotten to my head and I'm halucinating...