Rex is coming into town for Samhain Thursday.

I have no idea what to cook for the potluck. Don't know how many are going to be there and what food allergies they have, real or imagined.

I'm sick and tired of Delphi eating something bad for her that she's allergic to then complaining about how bad she feels. She knows pork makes her sick, but she eats it anyway. If you know you're allergic to it, then don't eat it. If you do eat it, don't fucking bitch about it. I told Sue today that i'm tired of hearing her bitch about how bad she feels after eating something she knows she's not supposed to eat. Sue of course came to her defense saying she can have those foods just in small amounts and not over a certain limit. Well, it's obvious she goes over that limit on a regular basis. But I didn't say that too her because according to Beth and Sue, Delphi can do no wrong.