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I have noticed lately that whenever I've had something viral going on, I have had a craving for beef in a tomato sauce, so there's something about the combination of beef protein and whatever nutrients that tomatoes contain that my body tells me I need.

I didn't care about anything that was said or happened on today's show, but maybe three straight days of miserable gray weather makes you just plain not care about anything, but when will the next sunny day arrive - {sigh} He does resemble a smug, well-fed adolescent, doesn't he.

No fun, boes, no fun at all - I had a breakthrough case about a year and a half ago after being vaccinated and the thing I remember most is a cough that wouldn't quit and the most intense craving for a meatball sub than I have ever had in my entire life of loving meatball subs.

I can't get the measles 'cause I already had them when I was a kid - and I do realize how fortunate I was to have fully recovered my health afterwards.

What I found hilarious about that scene was that Will stuffed a forkful of food in his mouth and then told Electra he loved her, because nothing says sincerity like telling someone you love them while you're chewing on food - what's more important to you, expressing your deepest feelings to the person sitting opposite you or eating.

Don't you know that the Forresters, even the ones that are really Marones, are exempt from all such considerations - in the land of the Bold and the Beautiful, if Smuggy shot a weaponless stranger to death in broad daylight in front of a hundred passers-by, the corpse is the one that would be arrested. That's such an apt description.

I did wonder if that description wouldn't qualify Ian Ward for being Aristotle Dumas, but would this character's storyline on the show match the dates on which Aristotle and Victor had dealings with one another.

How to give Taylor and Brooke the comeuppance they both deserve: Ashley Abbott visits FC and Ridge takes one look at her and realizes that Ashley has always been the love of his life, and Ashley takes one look at Ridge and experiences an epiphany about the devastating effect middle-aged greasy haired men in crumpled clothing have on her - she must have him, right then and right there.

Broliver - The whole mistaken identity story is absurd, unless you want to believe that Brooke can't tell one magic wand from another and that Oliver wouldn't wonder why Hope's happy place felt like it had been around the block a few times.

I was just reading through Brooke Logan (fictional character) on Wikipedia, and the tidbits it includes about her storyline from 1987 on just really strike me as hilarious, like Ridge fell into a fire pit and everyone thought he was dead, but this one had me laughing out loud: "In 2010, Brooke repeated history, as she had once done with Deacon and Bridget, when she accidentally had sex with Hope's then-boyfriend, Oliver Jones" . . . accidentally? . . . that she was having sex when she thought she was taking a bubble bath and what she thought was a rubber ducky floating in the bath was actually her daughter's boyfriend?

Am I the only one who didn't know that Heather Tom had started writing for the show back in October of 2024?

I've sat through some execrable episodes on this show, but today's episode took the cake when it came to how detestable this show's content can be - - good thing I have a life, otherwise I'd be in a bad mood over this for a week.

That's it, that's it exactly! - thank you, ScoobieDoobs!

I watched the episode, CountryGirl, so I was not in need of a lengthy, lengthy recap.

All I can say is thank you, MollyB, for your caffeine fueled tangent, because it really does add a lot of food for thought to discussions about this particular storyline. What gets me is that the character has been written as someone who is obviously suffering from PTSD, and none of the other characters advise her to seek counseling with a caring provider, but not! Dr. Sharon.