Gloria said her stomach was bothering her yesterday.
This was before she ate black bean tostadas for dinner, chocolate pie for dessert, and blueberry pancakes for breakfast this morning.
I think there was a late-night snack in there somewhere.
So we were sitting in the Pancake House at breakfast this morning, and I said "Where do you want to go for dinner tonight? Enchiladas?" She loves Mexican food.
She gave me kind of a look. "You know my stomach is bothering me," she said.
"You're the Michael Jordan of stomach problems," I said. "Jordan would say he had a sprained ankle, limp onto the court, then drop fifty-five on the Knicks."
I can say that and not get killed--so far--because Gloria is 5'5" and weighs 105 pounds.