In the pink

I'm sitting here drinking straight out of the Pepto bottle this afternoon.

It's just one of those days. I don't particularly feel bad but I left the Zantac at home. I usually carry some around with me for days like today but alas, I have it not.

My mother swears that she has never had one day of heartburn in her life. To which I say, another part of the gene pool that decided to skip over me. I added it up once because I felt like I literally got the short end of the stick.

I got:

• the Merricks nervous stomach.
• the Cassada height.
• the Astin stocky build (without the height).
• the Slaughter round face.
• And none of my mother and grandfather's construction/design ability, nor my dad's financial acumen, nor my grandmother's gift of baking.

Hmph. I have good hair. That's about it.