usually takes the bitch right out of me. Unless of course the frumpy waitress keeps telling me it’s her favorite. Or the meal I ordered is her favorite. Or the screeeeeeam. Why in the world would anyone care about the palette of the no name waitress? Or maybe the question is what training manual has been circulating in the culinary field. I’ve heard the line before and roll my eyes maybe, probably, but stop it no name. I don’t know you and you don’t know me and free range squirrel is delightful and what do you think of that? It reminds me of the diet commercials that say ‘if I can do it anyone can do it’. Really? You are the role model for the ENTIRE WORLD??? Who gave Marie Osmond that awesome responsibility? I don’t know you, you don’t know me. Eating out of cardboard boxes that have been sitting on my porch all day is not my go to plan, but thanks, Marie, for thinking you got my back. Now about those blown up lips that are about to explode Botox… Oops, off message. Back to me. A great tidbit I heard is never take advice from someone you wouldn’t want to switch places with. Yes that sounds snooty and kind of brilliant. Sometimes you just have to narrow the field of who you listen to. No Name shouldn’t be advising me. And if I’m thrilled that her and I share similar tastes in wine, might need to delve into that more deeply. Bet the docs Oz and Phil could beat that one for an hour. Also role models for the world. Or maybe I need to lay off daytime TV and just drink water. Sparkling, flat, bottled, tap? What do you suggest? Help glug glug glug….