I dream of Don Chilito's

Do you ever kinda-sorta wake up in the middle of the night, knowing you're dreaming, but understanding that you are talking in your sleep? This happens to me every once in a while, but I usually forget what I've said. Well, the other night, I woke up about 3:00am and said, "Regular combination burrito, red sauce, no lettuce." I looked around, realized I was in my dark bedroom, shrugged and went back to sleep. Danny was able to verify this episode the following day.

In other, semi-Don Chilito's, related news: my mom bought me some body cream a few weeks ago. It's by Burt's Bees and it's called Honey Shea Butter. Well, it smells just like honey, and when I use it, I smell like a big sopapilla who has been rolling around in a vat of honey. This, of course smells....well....delicious, but I'm not sure it's appropriate to smell like a honey-drenched sopapilla. I remember my friend Rachel's mom commenting that we were too old to smell like fruit (Country Apple, anyone?), does this apply to pastries as well? Any thoughts?

The best thing I've heard lately....

"He's really cute, but he's so schizophrenic!"
- anonymous attending

This stinks

After much denial and misguided rationalization, I have finally come to terms with the fact that I am allergic to my very favorite candle - the Applewood scented Woodwick. In the beginning it was easy to contribute my sneezing and watery eyes to "just something in the air" or "maybe I'm getting a little cold". But it has become quite obvious that the culprit of my symptoms is, in fact, my dear friend the Woodwick.





Because I have 1 and 3/4 of these large (and somewhat pricey) candles left, I will continue to burn them until my symptoms become unbearable or I go into anaphylactic shock....whichever comes first.



Does anyone have an extra epi-pen?