....when the SMELL of our dinner in the crock pot is giving me heartburn. I had a craving for shredded buffalo chicken sandwiches, but now I can't even breathe without feeling the burn. I just moved the crock out to the garage and popped another Zantac. I think I'm having a PB&J for dinner. POUT WAH POUT.
In other news, I talked my doctor out of the crotch probe/cervix check this morning, so you win some, you lose some.