Do you remember the pudding hysteria incident? If you do not, let me refresh your memory: coming out of a migraine, feeling terrible, I developed an overwhelming craving for pudding. When I realized there was no pudding, my migraine brain melted the fuck down and I cried and cried and cried. Then, struck by the silliness of crying over pudding at my age, I laughed and laughed and laughed.

A concerned reader of this blog took this situation very seriously and determined that it should never happen again. Earlier this week, I received a mysterious parcel in the mail. I opened the rather heavy box to discover an entire case of butterscotch pudding.

Nearly a week later and I’m still grinning about it.