this is the story I pleaded to have republished this year because I am an idiot. And, just with scary movie scenes, if I can't grab a pillow to hug, the nearest dog will do. Poor Miss Cheese, mutt of perfect size is probably ok with her fate. Dumb dog. You predicted that hug was gonna happen. Didn't squish her. My…

Yes, the Celiac disease I have been apparently been faking (because it became a fad) when I was diagnosed in 1964 ups my risk of lymphoma by 20%. I know where chefs understand it. That's where we dine. I don't need days of misery because your chef is an ignorant asshat.