the BIG ICK factor.....

Hey, I warned you! I have these nice photos of everything I baked and cooked...but I don't think we want to look at that in this post...someone would puke....
As a married straight male who has never used dregs, gone to Europe or Africa, had socks with men OR prostitutes OR been paid for socks OR contracted hepatitus from Tac0 Bell AND who has O negative blood which EVERYBODY can use in an emergency...you KNOW the red cross never lets me rest.  They are all over me...just for my blood.  I gave the double red yesterday, which means I only go half as often.  It seems a little less traumatic than regular donations....when I finished, the guy with the sign up list pushes it at me ...gently at first...then pushes it at me again, gives me a pen...for the NEXT time I can give and is like "see you in a couple of months"

OK, so I walk out of the blood drive, a little nauseous actually, and feel better in the fresh air.  Return home, grab the beagle and take the walk....and the nausea is BACK! Just up the street "dead skunk in the middle of the road, middle of the road..."