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I sat outside and sunbathed this afternoon while the boys played in the little pool that I fought to replace. The sun felt so soothing on my aching muscles and joints. Was only able to stay out for about 45 minutes though until I noticed that I was starting to pink. Not too pink, just slight shade that lets me know that any more time in the sun and I will be looking like a lobster instead of a dark skinned Italian. I never used to burn. Not until moving to Georgia. And on the rare occasions that I did burn, it would be gone in 48 hrs. leaving a nice dark tan.

The fresh air was nice. Since the bit of rain we’ve been getting we no longer have the stench of the swamp fires from the Southern part of the state permeating the air. I think I’m going to attempt to make that my daily routine. 45 minutes away from indoor responsibilities isn’t too selfish. Well, it still will make me feel guilty but that’s what chocolate cures.

Now for the Hornsby’s Amber Draft Hard Cider… Normally, my only monthly extravagant, self indulgence is getting my acrylic nail’s filled. But tonight, after getting them filled in, I had a craving for hard cider and Wal-Mart had Hornsby’s on sale and I said to Joseph, “The hell with a bottle of cheap wine. I want cider.” We came home from the nail salon/grocery shopping excursion and I popped the first one open while waiting for the pizza to finish cooking. I sipped it until it was time to tuck the little one’s in to bed and then I grabbed another and went to sit outside and visit with my neighbor for about an hour. After that second one it was time to start wrapping up the conversations and go inside. I had to find my husband. The cider had gave me that certain sort of “buzz.” If you get my drift.

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So. Joe and I have this on-going sort of debate.

I am convinced that if spew tastes like cheesecake, we could easily solve world peace. Or at the very least he would be a very happy man and I could lose a whole lot of weight. Think about it.

Cheesecake.

Joe refuses to speculate if he would take a daily supplement in capsule form that would make his spew taste like cheesecake.

Spew should taste like cheesecake. I’m not suggesting that spew should take on the consistency of cheesecake. That’s just down right nasty. Absolutely disgusting. I’m just saying that instead of it tasting the way it really does, it should taste like cheesecake.

Maybe even a supplement to make it taste like strawberry cheesecake. That would kick so much ass.

When I win the lottery, I am going to employ a food chemist and tackle this. It could change the world.