Thank God for Caduet I like to say.
After pounding this mother down, Susan and I went for a walk (3 miles before the heat ratcheted up) and I swear, I could smell the Reggie oozing out of my pores.
This may be an annual thing as I can hardly fathom it as a regular, although delicious, staple. Not too mention, it took me a year and 4 months of living here to gather the courage.
Here is a picture with the flash on which really makes it look intimidating.
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