No idea. My uncle Joe has dwarfism and he makes a mean bowl of Count Chocula.

Ooh, I didn’t see zombies as a possible outcome

I’m not sure, and I know it depends both on the severity of a person’s IBS and the type of magnesium supplement. But I drink a ton of water so I’d hate to have it supplemented with magnesium!

Magnesium can cause diarrhea so, as someone with IBS, no fucking thanks.

I’m not OP but here’s a sweet potato & lentil turkey chili that I make in the crock pot. It’s easy and really good!

https://funwithoutfodmaps.com/low-fodmap-turkey-chili/

Pineapple with red onion, black olives, and jalapeños

Baked chicken breasts with seasoning of your choice (tonight I’m planning to do a blend of smoked paprika, coriander, cumin, cinnamon, salt, and pepper)

Salad (mixed greens, cherry tomatoes, cucumber, avocado; for dressing I do blood orange olive oil with fig balsamic vinegar)

Farro cooked in spiced chicken broth (I use reduced-sodium broth and add paprika and a small amount of onion and garlic powders)

Freshly brewed iced tea with mint

Don’t know. A bar I used to go to had a hefeweizen called Wheaty McWheatface, which I thought was funny

Tori Amos - Yes, Anastasia

🎶 Anon is so lonely 🎶
🎶 He’s Mr. Lonely 🎶
🎶 Wishes he had someone 🎶
🎶 To call on the phooooone 🎶

The jetpack

Welp my super catholic mom squeezes her teabags until not a single drop more comes out. It’s awful. I never squeeze a teabag!

Or as my husband’s Southern-ass grandma called it, the “war of northern agression” 🙄

1. Eyesight is getting worse. It’s hard to read in dim light, and driving at night can be rough.
2. Takes my body longer to recuperate from anything that it doesn’t like - injuries, alcohol, upset stomach.
3. Age spots. I thought they were just freckles but my dermatologist says they’re age spots. I’m only 43!

Aging is funny, because there’s always someone who thinks you’re ancient, and there’s always someone who thinks you’re still super young. I was at a bar a couple weeks ago, and these two dudes were complaining about how old they were getting… so I asked, turns out they were the ripe old age of twenty-eight. Which made me laugh a little, because 28 is still pretty young. And when I told them I was 43 they couldn’t believe it. I guess in my twenties I didn’t have an accurate idea of what people in their forties looked like either. Conversely when I made some comment to my parents about being middle-aged, they laughed at me because “you’re in your forties, you’re not middle-aged!”. So it’s all relative. My dad said something that stuck with me: you may feel like you’re getting older, but when you’re my age (he’s 75) you’ll realize how young you still were, and how much energy you had. And that’s helped me be aware that even though there are some aspects of aging that I really hate, there are plenty of good healthy years left.

I didn’t know you could botox that!

Oh man I hear ya in headlights and dashboard lights. NIght driving is getting to be pretty rough for me.

Interesting! My google apps all changed to French, I wonder why yours didn’t.

I’m a native English speaker but my phone and fitbit are in French. I minored in French in college and I’m trying to shake off the rust.

Call the BeeGees?

Such a good book