I need to be taken out to the woodshed and given a good whoopin'. At least scolded. Ain't I got no sense? You'd think at my age, I'd know better.

I double dipped on chili last night at our Lions Club annual chili supper fund raiser, and I'm paying for it dearly. My "fruit and veggie" digestive system wasn't ready for an onslaught of spicy hamburger chili and pie. It tasted so good, I couldn't pull in the reigns.

So I tossed and turned all night. Belched and farted (excuse me--passed gas). Got up 3 times to pee and poop. I was, and still am, miserable. My "breakfast" was a cup of tea, that's all. Last night's chili is still sitting in my belly, stewing in gastric juices. I've tried gagging myself, but to no avail. It wants me to suffer--deservedly so. A little-no, a lot-of R and R is on tap for today. Time for a nap.