GERD Friday

I took a big, fat Prilosec yesterday morning and an itty-bitty Zantac as soon as I got home last night, yet the base of my throat feels like it has been hit by a blow torch. I'm paying the price for overindulgence.

But, how could I refuse seconds on Thanksgiving? Not eating as much as humanly possible on the prime eating holiday of the year is like forgoing candy on Halloween to trick or treat for UNICEF. It's just not right.

I can't sit around all day long, however, and nurse my food hangover. I must brave the Black Friday shopping crowds to purchase a new microwave. Ours up and died. But at least it died overnight in its sleep. I would have hated to see it suffer.