My favorite version of Magic Bananas. MICHAEL WYKE/Tulsa World
Despite how the subject line reads, I'm more lucid today than Monday and Tuesday.
That's because I've been on a lovely Benadryl/Wall-itin drug cocktail to battle some nasty allergy attack or cold, not sure which. Suffice to say, I've been hacking and sneezing and other gross "-ing" things.
Anyway, I've been horribly remiss in blogging. And it dawned on me that there seems to be a correlation between not blogging and not losing weight. (Yeah, I know one has nothing to do with the other, but just in case, go with it.)
So, if you'll pardon my three-week-or-whatever absence, let's get back back to blogging -- or, more specifically, those bananas I mentioned earlier.
My most interesting -- and, perhaps, most sordid -- email so far this week came from the makers of the Magic Banana. Their email's subject line read "Perfect for Valentine's Day," which is quite discombobulating to read when you're on a three-day Benadryl high. I seriously had to look at the calendar. Then, I thought, "This is ridiculous. I started getting holiday-themed emails in August, and now I'm getting Valentine's crap."
From what I gathered, though, the subject line didn't have a whole lot to do with the email, which is about the December launch of the Magic Banana, an -- I really hope I don't get fired for this -- "innovative, new self-exploration tool" for women. I'll leave it at that.
I didn't think anything would top that email from Tuesday until this morning, when I received an email from Barack Obama heralding "Sometime soon, can we meet for dinner?" Well, sure, Mr. President!
Of course, I have to donate at least $5 to be entered into some big drawing, blah, blah, blah. That's OK. I don't even own a suit that I can fit into just now, so it's best that I decline. Thanks, though.
And with that, I'll leave you to whatever it is you're doing with the rest of your day. I'm off to lunch (not a surprise), but I'll strive to order a salad or something waist-friendly. More on that later.
Peace, love and bananas ... XOXO
