Screw the Ab Lounge, I Want Flan

If my house could harness the amount of teenage angst percolating, I think it would spontaneously combust. Not only do I have an EMO, I have a drama queen. It took me a while to understand the term EMO, and realized it was just a short form of "emotional". I thought people were just mispronouncing Emu, or were referring to a skin condition. My daughter doesn't dress like an EMO, but certainly acts like one. I think EMO's are actually Goth's that didn't quite make it, so they just sit around and cry about it. They are like the cast offs of the Goth society. Anyway, my house is ready to explode, and I can feel the tension like elastic bands encasing my head, that's why I am posting in spurts. There is a topic that I MUST post tomorrow, and it is an exciting one, of something I received in the mail. The sender of the item, has been upset because I haven't written about their gift. Patience, Brian-San. I must warn my incognito readers. . .it may offend, or it may warm your hearts, but it is certainly exciting. Also: My husband is addicted to Facecrack, and has been frequenting websites containing information on doppelgangers http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doppelganger and chupacabras http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chupacabra He is an odd man, but a lovable lump. He made this flan at work today, while building cars. (No, he bought it, but it would be funny to see someone on the line whipping up this delight, especially a "flan"). I am just addicted to caffeine, sugar and pastries. I have gained a total of 10 pounds this month, knowing this, I just ate half my birthday flan. I will not even consider a bathing suit this year.