Two, and three.

Did you know that it is possible to have a bad reaction to cilantro? I didn't. I knew it was a taste you either loved or hated, and for years I have avoided the stuff. I don't like the smell, and I can't get past the taste. I don't think I've eaten anything, past a bite or two, that had cilantro in it. Until last night. I was hungry, I was tired and I was at work with limited choices. I chose one of the healthier sandwiches our cafe offers and took a big bite, only to recoil. It tasted like cilantro, although it was only supposed to be spinach. I ate the whole thing, though, because surely cilantro was healthy, even if it tasted like diapers. Plus I had paid for the sandwich; might as well eat it. Pretty much immediately following my break, though, I felt nauseous. I could still taste the cilantro. As the night wore on the feeling got worse until I felt like a walking throw-up time bomb. I managed to hold everything together, though, and got home without making ...

I'm not a big football fan. I'll watch a game if Damm is interested, and I know the basic mechanics of the game, but that's it. I do enjoy the parties but this year we decided not to do anything so I didn't request off of work, which is fine. It means the employees who are true football fans don't have to suffer. But the Superbowl was Sunday. I had an interesting weekend before  we got to that part: On Friday I did my usual close-followed by six hours sleep-followed by opening on Saturday. We had pizza, I almost ate an entire pizza, took a shower and then cuddled with the Miniorc. I was out, but not fully asleep. Have you ever experienced it when your body goes into a coma-like state? Aware, but not able (without some serious willpower) to move? That's what happened to me for about two hours. Then we put the kiddos to bed and I stayed up with Damm a bit, then we both went to bed. Two hours later we were up again because the Miniorc has had the type of cou...