Warning: dogs are attracted to Jamba Juice!

They might even attack you for your delicious Jamba Juice! These pictures are from last week, when I was certain that a Caribbean Passion Jamba Juice (with immunity booster, of course) would cure my woes. It didn’t, but it sure tasted goooooooood.

Back to the doctor yesterday for a new, stronger antibiotic, plus a box of “pro biotic” pills, merp, as far as that goes I prefer the “baked apple pie” flavor yogurt I recently discovered by Tillamook. It’s about time, yogurt! Yoplait only makes decent yogurt flavors, like “Boston Cream Pie”, in the horrible “light” version that tastes like a nightmare. For years I’ve been waiting for a resurgence of the apple pie flavor, to no avail, so I’ve abandoned you, Yoplait, with the exception of your Pina Colada, that one is delicious.

My mother’s been extolling the virtues of plain yogurt to me for decades, but I can’t tolerate it. One year I went through a phase of buying plain yogurt and adding my own fruit to it, but I had to add about a pound of white sugar to make it palatable, so what’s the point? I wish that I could eat Greek yogurt, but…there’s something off about it. It’s just…not right.

A whole blog entry about antibiotics and yogurt?! Things are really heating up around here, eh? YEAH! This weekend’s goals: complete/photograph/list all remaining pettipants for the store, because RAW artists just contacted me, and want me again in March–for a third show! The best part is, because I’m a third time participant…I don’t have to sell any tickets! Yes! Thank God! Because “whoring” myself out is just…painful. Truly.

The Boy thinks my theme for this show should be the color fuchsia. “All your most recent paintings have that color, and they’ve all been good,” he told me last night, while jump roping in the living room.

“That’s because I bought a tube of fuchsia paint,” I shrugged, but it’s a good idea. I’ll be working full time for the last two weeks of this month, so I need to get the paintings together in the next two weeks, preferably. Including finishing this mammer jammer:

…and I do mean, MAMMER JAMMER. After something like 4 failed attempts to paint Corinne and I together I gave up and just decided to paint–her tits! Magnificent, aren’t they? And they’re going in the shoooooow, sweetie darlinggggggg! LOVE YOU.