For the record, I am a Subway girl, when necessity demands. Something about being able to direct people what to put on my food satisfies a deep-seated need for control. I'll have a six-inch Spicy Italian sub, on wheat, NO CHEESE, with mustard, lots of veggies, and no tomatoes. No oil and vinegar, please, but a few banana peppers are OK.

This entry courtesy not of Subway but of the Osbournes, because I have been sick with the stomach flu (again) for three days, shuffling around like Ozzy and lying around in bed all day like Sharon.