Easy As Childbirth

I have been watching Everybody Loves Raymond since 1996.  He soothed my nerves yesterday after a wretched day of work. A woman, who I believe wasn't entirely in command of her senses asked me to see if any stores had some Japanese band, then literally said, "I should be asking you about this band, you being who you are."  I wish I had a sharper wit, but all I could say was, "I'm not Japanese."  Argh!  It made me so mad, I'm still simmering about it today.  All I want to eat now is chocolate, cookies, and cake.  Instead I have rice and beans.

I always get a little bit scared when I see pictures of this woman.  She looks like a skeleton that had human skin stretched over the bones in order to appear slightly human.  Yikes.