Wednesday, January 22, 2003
Dear Diary:

On the surface it was one of those situations that had two words written all over it:

Lemming

Cliff.

Because really, when you come down to it, whatever would possess a woman who was in enough gastro-intestinal distress to be classed A Whoopie Cushion With A Pulse to eat BEANS?

Well, the answer is that these were not ordinary beans. These were my mom-in-law's AMAZING homemade baked beans, a wondrous mix of three kinds of beans, salt pork, seasonings and maple freakin' syrup. When the spousal unit walked in the door last night with a casserole dish full of freshly baked bubbling brown nuggets of beany goodness, There Was No Choice.

I ate the beans.

Oh be quiet.

Only some sort of freak possesses the willpower to say no to those beans.

The spousal unit was appalled by this turn of events. He predicted that by this morning I would be upgraded from Whoopie Cushion With A Pulse to Weapons Grade Biohazard. Frankly, I was more than a little concerned that he would be right, but, well, I HAVE MY NEEDS.

Even you know what? The exact opposite happened. I woke up this morning to find that my system has been restored to normal!

Behold, the miraculous power of the bean!

I am seriously considering a shrine.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer 43.11 miles (69.36 kilometers)
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers

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