Merde, merde, merde. Shit, shit, shit. I had big plans for this weekend. I was going to practice my mayo or whip up an emulsified dressing for final practicals this week. I even thought I'd write some of the volume of copy due May 5.
No. I hve a horrible cold. I've been in bed all weekend and I'm not having any fun.
I hope like anything I feel better tomorrow. Actually, I'd settle for breathing through my nose.
I did see one fun thing. An episode of Firey Food Challenge with me in it. It was taped a couple of years ago in Fort Worth. You only see a glimpse of me licking my fingers. How chic. How urbaine.