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So… Thank you, my love for bringing me some tomato soup. My favorite. No, it really is… No sarcasm at all. My favorite of all time. Seriously, I love this stuff. And, for some reason, tastes like marinara sauce. Ugh. Mumbling to myself -It’s the thought that counts-because I am a grateful woman. Ok fine, most of the time. But seriously, Why bring me the fancy stuff? Duh. Food snob alert. Campbell’s would’ve been just fine. Um… No, it wouldn’t. Oh, this one has a subtle pepper kick. Kaplowie! Ah. That explains the taste… that IS bland. No kaplowie. I add hot sauce. Kaplowie! Now, I know what you’re thinking, it’s a special recipe and it’s better than the canned versions at the supermarket so shut it. Bah. I’m a creature of habit dammit. As predictable as the Price Is Right wheel. And I wouldn’t have been happy either way really. I’m down with the flu. How can I juggle bowling pins when I’m stuck under the covers? No, I can’t juggle. But, what if I wanted to learn? What if today, is the day, that I take on the task of juggling cats, tennis balls, or fruit? What if? Huh? Huh? Right. Well, I can’t because I’m a couch beast right now, reveling in the cushy goodness of my runny, snotty nose. Wiseguys.