Tooting.

Tooting.

Vivian and I shared an incredible bowl of spinach at dinner tonight.  I told Vivian, at the end, that I would have to go. She explained she was ok with it outside.  Good sport, Viv. So when I came home, I was carrying a sleeping Paco to a different bed (he had fallen asleep in mine) and Steve thought Paco was snoring on me really loudly.

Nope, a Spinach toot. Not so much a toot, but a spinach tooting concerto.

This is a Tarceva side effect. Better toot than throw up.  Temodar tonight. So there could be in the future.

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