Toad Kissing Holiday Tip: Know Your Man’s Fave Home Made Christmas Treat

A fresh-baked welcome to all of my friends!

With the holidays only a week away, my kitchen smells of warmed vanilla and spiced apricots. I‚Äôm in heaven this time of year because I get an excuse to bake every kind of cookie imaginable – and then eat them ūüôā

This is my second Christmas as Mrs. PC, and my second round at creating strong family memories. I’m truly blessed.

I’m sure you know, ladies, that all men whether princes or toads, have a favorite Christmas Cookie that their Moms used to make. And I’d bet that you feel like your cookies will never match up against their Sainted mothers’.

I happen to be fortunate that my Mother-in-Law is happy to pass the wooden spoon to my kitchen and hand over responsibility for her famous Gum Drop Cookies –¬†trusting that I will do the gooey morsels the justice they have earned. Thanks, Ma! Love ya!

And without asking for her blessing, I’d love to share the recipe with each of you. I’ll warn you up front, though, these things take serious effort unless your guy is in the kitchen helping you bake.

 Loretta’s Gum Drop Delights

‚ÄĘ1 Cup Shortening

‚ÄĘ1 Cup Sugar

‚ÄĘ1 Cup Brown Sugar

‚ÄĘ2 Eggs, beaten

‚ÄĘ1 Tsp. Pure Vanilla

‚ÄĘ1 Tsp. Baking Soda

‚ÄĘ1 Tbsp. Cold Water

‚ÄĘ2 Cups Flour

‚ÄĘ1 Tsp. Baking Powder

‚ÄĘ1 Tsp. Salt

‚ÄĘ2 Cups Regular Oatmeal

‚ÄĘ1 Cup Coconut

‚ÄĘ1 Cup Spiced Gum Drops, chopped. (Here is the pain in the butt – have your guy widdle away at these for awhile while you and your Kitchenaid do the easy work. And use a sharp knife – choppers of any type gum up and become useless – trust me.)

Cream shortening and sugars together.

In a separate bowl, beat eggs. Dissolve the soda into the cold water, then add soda mixture and vanilla to eggs. Blend together.

Combine the egg mixture with the sugar mixture.

Mix flour, baking powder and salt together and then stir into the creamed mixture.

Blend in coconut and incorporate. Finally, mix in the gum drops and make sure they are well distributed through the cookie dough.

Shape into small balls and place on a cookie sheet.

Bake 12 minutes (turning pan halfway to allow for even baking)

Let sit on pan for 1 minute – they come out really soft. Remove with thin spatula and cool on wire racks.

Enjoy with a big glass of milk, coffee or eggnog followed up with a kiss on the cheek from your very own PC.

Merry Christmas!

Heidi Lee

Project Toad: Jake’s Online Dating Profile

Friends, you will all be happy to know that our friend Jake survived Thanksgiving Dinner, and he has been able to dedicate time to creating his Match.com profile. He and I spent some time this afternoon figuring out how much of himself he wants to let strangers see online, and we completed his Match.com questionaire together.

Jake struggled with creating his own version of an Anti-Profile. As soon as we got his mind out of the bedroom and into relationship mode, he realized he had no idea who he may be open to meeting. He had no idea of what activities he may enjoy, but he did share that he likes astronomy. Good start Рviewing the stars followed by a nice glass of wine.

Jake¬†realized that the women he has always dated wouldn’t fit the profile of the woman who¬†needs to¬†fit into his current life. Jake went to what he knew. When Match asked, “What things do you like?” Jake replied, “Women”.

When the questions came to enjoyable activities, he asked something along the lines of, “Do they mean other than sex?”

Jake manages to find young women who live in party-mode, but he is a business professional and a single father. In his words, he usually meets the girls who are looking for a last-minute¬†“hook-up”, but then they expect the hook-up to last until the next guy trolls along.

Poor, boy-dumb Jake simply has no idea how to meet a woman that he can be proud to present as his date to an office Christmas party without having to worry that she will leave tushy-tracks on the copier.

Match also wanted to know if he was single, married, divorced or separated. Jake wanted to ignore his short-lived marriage because he believed that being a 41-year old divorced father would be a turn-off. As soon as I presented him with my Seinfeld Theory, we were back on track.

After a couple of hours of Toad Kissing therapy, Jake was able to tell me who he hopes to find…

Jake¬†needs a woman who can be as comfortable throwing back a few beers with a couple of close friends¬†as she is hosting a cocktail party for his colleagues. She should also be physically active. We’ve established¬†that¬†she must¬†enjoy exercise¬†from his earlier debacle.¬†Jake identified exercise as a must-have¬†for the woman who becomes¬†part of his world.

Jake’s perfect woman¬†must be confident¬†and comfortable with¬†herself, and she has to have her own interests and commitments. He cannot get involved with a woman who will make her life revolve around his, and she¬†needs to be strong yet gentle enough to¬†tell¬†him when her plans don’t include an invitation for two.

Ok, so all of this is great! We managed to go live on Match.com today, and we even found a couple of cute women that he liked.

Jake asked about using the Wink feature built into Match. I explained from experience that if he finds the woman interesting enough that he needs to take the time and respond to her with an email.

Men who read about¬†a woman’s¬†interests and aspirations should respect her enough to give¬†a creative response.¬†To get the woman to notice him in return, Jake needed to¬†lead with¬†something more than “Hello” in the subject line.

He put together a saucy yet appropriate¬†little note to a lady who showed spunk and energy. And together, we hit the Send¬† button. Now I find myself sitting anxiously waiting for the phone to ring…hoping Jake is calling me to read me her reply.

Wow, am I living vicariously or what? Tune in…

Kind Regards,

Heidi Lee

Project Toad: A How-To Guide to Online Dating

Hello friends. Welcome to my how-to guide to digital dating. By now, you probably know that I met my Prince Charming through Match.com. What you may not know is that I survived years of countless failed relationships in the journey to Happily Ever After.

I have kissed my fair share of toads, and I hope to help other people with what I’ve learned. Until now, I have given you a handful of tips for safety and for fun. I haven’t really shared anything, though, that isn’t common sense.

Today, I have an opportunity to let you into my dating secrets. My friend Jake wants to try a new approach to finding love. He knows several people who met their husbands and wives online, and he has asked me to coach him through internet dating.

Jake also agreed to let me share this journey with you. He has been reading my blog quietly since I started, and now he is ready to dive in. I am thrilled to welcome you to participate in Project Toad.

The¬†first step is to develop a dating profile for Jake – not an easy task. You see, Jake says that he doesn’t know what qualities¬†women look for in a prince. This, to me, is a big problem. Jake wants to¬†create a profile to which he could never measure up. He wants to fit himself somewhere for the sake of belonging.

The¬†first challenge; therefore,¬†is to help¬†Jake understand that he has the right qualities for the right woman. He can’t reinvent himself into something he is not, so he has to find pride in the person that he already is.

Yesterday, I asked Jake to make two lists for me. In the first list, Jake¬†needs to describe his best 5 qualities. The only catch – he cannot talk at all about being a parent in this list. Whenever I ask Jake what he likes about himself, he somehow ends every sentence with “for my children”.

Jake has to look inside of himself to know who he is when his kids aren’t around. That is the person who will be taking¬†some lucky¬†lady to dinner.¬†Jake needs to introduce¬†us to the¬†man who holds the¬†door open for his date¬†as they enter¬†a restaurant that doesn’t have a menu option for Children under 12.

Making this list is harder than it seems. As a single mom, I always¬†thought I needed to¬†find someone who would be a perfect dad to my son. Single parents put their children first, so our views¬†are often skewed by the needs of our kids.¬†I didn’t realize that I was interesting because I was more than Cole’s mom.

I needed to learn to separate the¬†mother from the woman. I needed to learn to have a conversation that didn’t involve grass stained soccer uniforms or¬†lead roles in¬†school plays. Making this list for myself helped me to understand that I was more than just Tuesday Night on the carpool rotation.

Jake is also supposed to write down 3 qualities that he admires in others Рqualities that draw him to those people. Is ambition a top quality, or is it sincerity? Qualities that Jake admires in others can compliment his own strengths and characteristics.

For me, I admire someone who¬†is grounded and¬†stable – my polar opposite. I’m still out chasing my rainbows.¬†My Prince Charming often comes to my rescue because he makes sure I keep at least one foot on the ground. We are a perfect balance¬†between security and adventure.

I’m anxious to see what Jake comes up with. He has so¬†many good qualities.¬†I¬†believe that he¬†needs¬†to recognize his potential so he can share himself¬†with other people. I promise to let you know as soon as he finishes.

Warm Regards,

Heidi Lee

Beat the Holiday Stress by saying Thank You

Happy Friday to you all! As we prepare for the Thanksgiving Holiday, do you feel¬†life¬†getting a little more stressful?¬†I sure do, but I think I found a way to ward of the evil spirits¬†of¬†stress, frustration¬†and anxiety. If you will allow me, I’ll share.

Last night, PC took me to the grocery store to pick up a few items for my son Cole’s 16th birthday. Needless to say – Festival Foods was a madhouse filled with people shopping for their Thanksgiving Feasts.

Using my shopping cart to cover my Offensive Line, I gingerly tried to lug my orthopedic boot through the aisles. Women were yelling in their cell phones about whether to serve turkey or ham. Young children were terrorizing their parents by playing hide & seek in the produce section. Most people were hurried to jump in the shortest line Рdamning every person in the way. Calling the store a war zone just about captures the atmosphere.

PC ran interference for me so I could grab only the necessities¬†for Cole’s Birthday dinner and his Turtle Cheesecake birthday cake. He unloaded¬†my cart for me¬†at the checkout, and he went to pull the car up to the curb. He kept me safe¬†while I tried to¬†survive a battle¬†that is hard to¬†fight with two good feet, and I only have one working for me right now.

Watching PC help me, I started to think about the sweet little things PC and I do for each other to make each day a little sunnier than the last. I would love to share an example with you, friends, with the hope that you also get the opportunity to appreciate the little things.

The best little thing that PC did for me this week was to come home. He has season tickets for the local college basketball team Рa tradition he has shared with his parents for many years before he met me. It is their ritual, and Ma and Pa love being able to spend this time with their oldest son.

Wednesday night, PC went to the game while Cole and I hung out at home. I had planned to watch a favorite show, Revenge, while PC was at the game. I turned the channel to ABC at 9:00. PC came through the door just in time to hear the theme song. He rushed in and sat with me to watch the show.

When I asked PC if UW Green Bay won the basketball game, he told me he left with 5 minutes still on the clock. He likes watching Revenge with me.

“Wow”, I thought to myself. I really did find a gem, and he really does love me. I know that this was such a small gesture, but it has a huge impact.¬†Imagine having someone think you are important enough to them that they would leave before the end of a game.¬†Saying thank you and seeing his smile¬†simply eased¬†my stress away.

I believe that I often overlook those little things. I know that people in my life do those sorts of things often for me. I need to appreciate the little things more. My goal is to remember to acknowledge and thank people Рwhether for an intentional act of kindness or simply some spur of the moment good deed. I need to just say thank you. It goes a long way.

And friends, if you are looking for a little something special to do for your special someone, I pack lunch for PC every day. He loves it.

Warm Regards,

Heidi Lee

The Toad-Kisser’s Guide to Wine: Your 5 “S”s of Tasting

Hello, fellow toad-kissers. Over the last couple of years I’ve gotten a bit rusty in my wine tasting knowledge. I used to¬†have a small wine tasting business¬†where¬†hosts would invite me into their¬†home to teach¬†friends about wine and food. While¬†PC and I enjoy wine together, I’ve forgotten many of the fundamentals in the art. Yesterday, my autumn wine club shipment arrived from Paoletti Winery,¬†so I thought I might start brushing up on my wine etiquette. While I do, how about if we learn together. A little bit of wine knowledge comes in handy in the dating scene.

When¬†we taste wine,¬†we¬†enliven our senses. We use the 5 S’s.

See РWines have vivid colors, but when you see you look for quality. The ideal wine glass is clear instead of tinted for visual clarity. Hold your glass up against your white napkin and take in the color. If the wine appears cloudy or murky, sending the bottle back is appropriate. If you see gorgeous, clear red or gold move on to the next step.

Swirl РWhy do we swirl? We swirl to get oxygen moving through the wine that has been corked up tight since bottling. We swirl to awaken the flavors. Have you been intimidated by watching an expert create a beautiful whirlpool by swirling the stem? So have I, so allow me to give you a perfectly appropriate cheater. Holding by the stem, set your glass on the table for stability. Place the stem between your middle and your pointer fingers, and move the glass in a circular motion. Gorgeous whirlpool! This is a great way to start knowing how the rotation feels to get that gorgeous whirlpool effect. In time, you will swirl like the experts too.

Sniff¬†– Don’t be shy – get your nose in the glass.¬†Absorb the aromas of chocolate, tobacco, pear,¬†or berry. Smell is subjective.¬†Finding blackberry in¬†Cabernet doesn’t mean the winemaker added blackberries, and it doesn’t mean you are wrong if someone else smells raspberry. It means that the scent in winemaker’s artistry reminds you of the that fragrance.¬†The earth, the vine and the¬†season brought the berry flavor out of the Cabernet grape, and you were able to recognize¬†the subtleties.¬†This is a great conversation-starter for your date.

Finally, Sip РHooray! Get a hearty sip. Allow the wine to coat the different areas of your mouth. Is the wine sweet and fruity? How about dry Рdoes the sip leave you thirsty? That is my favorite Рa deep, dry red.

Now¬†the final “S”. I’ll bet you think I’m going to say spit., right?¬†Heavens, No. Savor the¬†excitement¬†as the wine awakens your taste buds. Swish it around your mouth. Feel¬†the weight as it lingers. Would you describe the wine as heavy? Bold? Light? Maybe delicate? This is known as the body.

Enjoy the wine’s finish – this is¬†the taste that is left behind for you to enjoy – the aftertaste.¬†How long does the finish linger? This is known as the length. The longer the finish, the¬†higher the quality of¬†wine. If the experience leaves you as soon as you swallow, you might comment that the wine was rather flat.

Most importantly, wine is subjective. You don’t need to know how to¬†choose an expensive label to enjoy the grape. With a few basics, the mysteries of wine become intriguing rather than daunting. And the vulnerability¬†of learning¬†to share wine can be quite appealing to someone who wants to get to know a little more about you.

Cheers,

Heidi Lee

Dating’s Gone Digital! A Smart Phone App for Singles?

A friend recently forwarded me a New York Times article, With an App, Your Next Date Could Be Just Around the Corner. The concept: “I’ve just finished up with a long day at the office and could use a relaxing drink with a charming man. Crap! No handsome man in my life right now!”

If I’m not curled up in front of my home computer, I may not have access to a readily available Little Black Book. No worries; I’ve got my 4G technology.

Yes, there’s an app that can act as a Little Black Book full of potential blind dates.¬†Sites like OKCupid Locals¬†and HowAboutWe allow for flirty singles to meet up in the spur of the moment. The app delivers recommendations¬†based on geography and timing – a list of singles in a 5-mile radius right now.¬†A couple of quick scans over profiles, and I could send a “How about we…” invitation to another trendy mobile-dater nearby.

Reading¬†the article, I couldn’t help but thinking about a handful of my friends. Many¬†have asked me about the various traditional dating sites like Match.com and eHarmony¬†because I¬†found Prince Charming¬†online.

Wait, did I say “traditional” as if to mean “old school”? Yes, I suppose that I did. If I look at how I met¬†PC¬†a little over a year ago, I¬†am reminded of¬†the thousands of Singles Profiles I scoured¬†during my digital dating days. Reading this article¬†I felt¬†as if my once oh-so-progressive approach to Happily Ever After may now¬†be considered somewhat dated by the younger generations. The 20-somethings¬†might gravitate towards this new spunky way to meet a match, or at least to have a date for a Friday night.

I thought about my single-and-seeking friends as I continued reading. Who might I recommend use this type of dating service? Clearly both the old-school online and the new-aged cellular sites have credibility. Here is what I came up with:

Sites such as Match allow singles to take their time and to get to know¬†people before they actually meet. Singles even have the opportunity to speak to each other using and anonymous Call Me tool. They don’t have to divulge a personal phone number, a last name, or where they might be found.¬†I think these sites are perfect for my friends who need a little caution and security in their lives while also¬†wanting a touch of romance.

The thirty-something single or divorced Mom, for example, can cautiously multi-task through laundry, dishes, and Match-surfing. She can build up a nice little stash of men who may be available at the same time as her babysitter. Single moms and dads probably have the roughest time actually meeting like-minded people, so online dating is a perfect social channel.

I ran into many single dads online – I found¬†many good guys who took a more private approach to meeting Ms. Right.¬†Many of¬†the men were dating online because they didn’t feel they were meeting the right women during bar crawls with their single, child-free buddies. Other men¬†were simply¬†motivated professionals who sought¬†women¬†outside of¬†their existing social and professional circles. Yes, I met a few “creepy, wish I could roll back the clock” sort of men.¬†All-in-all though, the men were vulnerably putting themselves “out there”.

Some of my younger friends are a bit more adventurous. A last minute suggestion for grabbing a martini might be just what they need after¬†a long day at work or in school.¬†I’m sure that a quick¬†invitation from a handsome stranger¬†could put a little kick back into a fallen step.¬†A missed deadline,¬†a failed project,¬†or perhaps a celebration of a tiny personal conquest might be all the reason someone needs to reach out and spin the wheel. Whatever the reason,¬†I think the App is aimed towards instant gratification rather than long-term commitment.

As long as the singles follow a few rules for safety, either sort of blind date could be a load of fun. I have 2 rules that clearly apply to both channels, but even more specifically to the Mobile App.

  1. Always meet out in public until you are comfortable that you are not dating Jeffrey Dahmer. If your gut check tells you not to go back to his place, your gut is really
    smart.
  2. Cash ‚Äď not credit! A lady always knows when and how to pay for her own drink.

While the first rule may seem self-explanatory, please allow me to elaborate on Rule #2. None of these sites give away your personal identity – you shouldn’t either.¬†Men and women both¬†should always carry cash-on-hand.¬†Paying¬†for a drink¬†with a credit card¬†can give the other person¬†the opportunity to glance at your last name – something you don’t want if your date seems to be sizing up your body parts for a coffin in the basement.¬†Keep a spare $20 or two in your purse or wallet, and use it wisely. One day¬†you may find yourself grateful to have listened to your mother’s advice to¬†tuck a $20 away just in case –¬†this advice comes from experience.

But have fun – enjoy – be creative. Most importantly, be safe.

Happy Dating!

Heidi Lee

Reference: Jenna Wortham. With an App, Your Next Date Could Be Just Around the Corner. New York Times. November 2, 2011.

Love through Vicodin Colored Glasses

Hey there! Please let me beg your forgiveness today and possibly for the next few days. My wonderful doctor just performed surgery on my poor little arthritic foot so that one day I can get back into my Stilettos and Slingbacks. While I am comfortably recovering, that’s because I’m simply doped-up, my friends. God forbid this Vicodin wears off and I actually feel my mangled, rheumatic limb.

Yesterday afternoon in the recovery room, I had quite the Epiphany about love and my Prince Charming. Having recently read Deanna Fry‚Äôs love-related-tales, a stunning lady with similar romantic challenges (and a new favorite blog) helped me to firm up my¬† analysis. As a result, I’m even more excited about the man who I chose to share my life with – my handsome, witty, and considerate Prince Charming.

The truth is, I was frightened about the looming surgical redesign of my slowly deforming foot. Not only was I freaking out about potentially crippling long-term complications from my Rheumatoid A.,I was also fixating on Hospital Acquired Infections (HAIs) from poor aseptic technique. (Fact: Over 50% of hospital related illnesses are preventable when a health care worker properly washes his or her hands the Right way Рbut that is a whole other blogging experience.)

Needless to say, taking care and keeping me calm was no picnic. My PC mastered it with graceful aplomb.

To explain, let me take you back to 2006. I spent the majority of my 30’s dating and eventually being engaged to The Wrong Man. We’ll call him Tom. Tom was a divorced dad who had both of his teenage girls living with him (and eventually with us).

He had established his beliefs, behaviors, and bad habits – I certainly wasn’t going to change him. His daughters were his princesses, and I, as their stepmother, did the work of Cinderella – backwards did you say? Where is that Fairy Godmother when you need her?

These girls got to stay home from school for 3 days a month when they had their periods, and he would stay home from work with them to bring them chicken soup. Sweet girls, but they clearly played their best Daddy-take-care-of-me Card when they didn’t want to take a test.

When I was 36, my loving doctors finally decided that I should stop suffering from one of my many ailments ‚Äď my feminine curse. I’d had several surgeries over the years for cysts and for endometriosis ‚Äď in short, my reproductive system was the Devil incarnate and Lucifer saw to it that I suffered regularly. In the worst of my monthly demonic sufferings, Tom would find me curled into the fetal position, perhaps weeping with a glass of red to ease the affliction.

When Tom saw me this way, he saw me only as a burden: He had to do the dishes and cook dinner. He couldn’t understand why I would cry while folding laundry when my feminine cramps or my Rheumatoid or other medical challenges acted up.

Momma always said I was a walking Medical Dictionary. I always said, ‚ÄúIf it‚Äôs not one thing, it‚Äôs your mother <wink>.” Love ya, Ma!

I felt like a burden even asking for a glass of water. You can imagine, then, the trouble that brewed when my doctors advised me to undergo a total hysterectomy. Not only would I lose the works that the Good Lord gave me, but I would also be thrown into menopausal trauma far too early in my ongoing battle against sanity.

I was to be laid up for 6 – 8 weeks. I begged Tom to stay with me and my son, Cole (age 8 at the time), while his daughters stayed with their mother. He agreed but … only …after … a … lot … of … hesitation. He finally admitted that didn’t want the extra drive time to work – roughly 20 minutes more one way. And, he didn’t want to do “your housework.” He thought that if I was able to walk, well,¬† I should be just fine to carry the laundry up 2 flights of stairs.

What a burden you are, Heidi Lee, I told myself. But I was his burden, and he was going to marry this burden – and I carried a kingdom of guilt. My health has never been stellar, but I am ambitious, motivated, and active in spite of it. I don’t let my physical challenges own me. Occasionally, it would have been nice to feel supported by the man in my life, but something even better happened, dear reader. Tom did me the favor of dumping me for an Online Affair when I was 38. Talk about the other glass slipper dropping! Wow.

Yesterday, many of those old Tom-like feelings resurfaced as I waited with my Prince Charming in the hospital room. I was a basket case by the time the nurse wheeled me away to the OR, and I hesitantly looked to PC for an unfamiliar hint of moral support. He squeezed my hand and leaned in for a kiss.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” I managed to whisper.

“Of course, Dear. I’m right where I am supposed to be today.”

“I’m sorry that you have to go through this, PC.”

“Heidi Lee, will you get into that room and get your foot fixed already? I want to take
ballroom dancing.”

After I woke up, he was waiting in my post-op room to dress me and carry me home.He never left my side, and he‚Äôs still home with me today ‚Äď helping me to shower and bringing me soup and cookies. His only complaint last night: “Heidi Lee, you’re not in your spot tonight. Hurry up and heal up so I can sleep with my arms around you again.”

Now that we’ve got a bit of background, it’s time to share my Relationship Epiphany. Is there only one person, a Soul-Mate for each of us? I think we need to break this
question down more accurately. Can we be happy with more than one man or woman
for the rest of our lives? I think some of us can. Does this mean that he or she is the person we are meant to be with? No ‚Äď that‚Äôs¬† something more special, and we can‚Äôt know It unless we are lucky enough to find It.

I think I could have been happy with Tom for several reasons. Although I’ve described him as being an insensitive and unsupportive jerk, he did have many good qualities. We were friends. And we could have been relatively happy Рbut I would have been
settling for less than I deserved.

Do I think that many happy marriages /relationships exist without the head-over-heels love factor? You bet! Do I think it’s possible to marry your best friend and be content? Of course.

But … Do I think optimistically that there’s another level of love that transcends so many of us? Do I believe that we miss out on It because we lose patience or settle for what is quite clearly not in our best interest? Absolutely! Do I think that certain marriages are bad or doomed because of this? Not at all.

Picture by Sara Hendrix

I believe now, as I miss my “spot” curled up in the nook of PC’s arms feeling cherished and protected, that there is one perfect person. I am simply very lucky to have found mine. I witness PC’s parents as they grow old together – and they are perfect together. They laugh together, play football pools, and they sneak away to gamble at the Casinos nearby. They know each other‚Äôs best and worst, and they love each other more for their eccentricities. They are what I call Legacy Toad Kissers.

Flipping through the news¬†channels, I see this same sort of love in the eyes of #MarkKelly¬†as he watches the graceful and formidable #GabrielleGifford come back stronger than ever. I envy their love story, and I admire them both personally as well as a couple. She is not, and never will be, his burden. His love helped her through, and he was right where he was supposed to be – with her. When you are truly with the one you are meant to find, you know you are in your ‚Äúspot.‚ÄĚ

Wow, this Love-Drug retelling of yesterday makes me feel like I don‚Äôt need another Vicodin ‚Äď well, almost. PC, Honey ‚Äď will you please bring me my medication?

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me ‚Äď oh look, a Vicodin. He loves me. Time to sleep.

Warm Regards,

Heidi Lee