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Pssssssssst I have a secret that I wanna share with you… I have been diagnosed with an illness called FIMS aka Foot In Mouth Syndrome. I’ve tried many times to get over this, with mind-over-matter techniques, herbal remedies and even self awareness classes online, but to no avail.

Trying to soothe a friend who was dumped by some loser dude I listened to her rant and rave about his meanness for some time and then advised her with “forget him, there are many more fish in the sea.” Needless to say that was FIMS playing havoc again which nearly earned me a black eye! All she needed was some hand holding during this period and I advocated the “move on” mantra.

Since this has proven time and again to be the bane of my existence, I have decided to do something and get this out of my system ASAP. The first step that I’m going to do is curb my enthusiasm about juicy news that I hear and refrain from spilling the beans to the person being gossiped about! Crappy feeling, but I have to try… need to nip the virus in the bud.

Gonna move on from the topic and many more FIM stories or I may just land in the doghouse! So gonna blog about … well Fridays…the one day in the week that shows promise being the end of the week. Hmmm, I can hear the snide comments from my pals “So what Yas you work from home how does it matter? You don't have to travel and experience the bad roads, blah blah…” Yeah right! The only downer is that before I know it Sunday evening looms near and I am back to manic Monday. Mondays another story altogether – perky if I have completed all the pending work, but if not, then, I am in a soup.

Talking about soup, the other day I made chicken soup for the family who seemed to appreciate the gesture and (ahem) the soup. But let me say that after the first bowl no request for a second was on the way! Boo hoo! Got on their case (fake tears and all) and sobbed “I slog over a hot stove and you don’t appreciate it ….” Awww! Moral of the story – chicken soup ain’t always good for the bowl! Heh heh!

So my lovelies guess you know I’m going nowhere with this post (like I do otherwise?) so I’m gonna sign off now. Remember today’s Friday……………………
XOXO

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