THO THORRY
>> Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Not much I can do about it, but I cannot write a Why I Love ME potht by Thurthday. No way, Jothe. It'th just too hard to type with tamponth up your nothe while thucking on cough dropth praying your head will explode just to relieve the prethure.
Translation: I am too freakin' sick and I curse the SOB that gave me this friggin' cold/flu/ebola thing.
Feel free to unleash your curses to the evil gods of sickness in a comment. We've got to circle the wagons and kill those suckers.

Translation: I am too freakin' sick and I curse the SOB that gave me this friggin' cold/flu/ebola thing.
Feel free to unleash your curses to the evil gods of sickness in a comment. We've got to circle the wagons and kill those suckers.









15 comments:
Feel better thoon. Uhhmmm, soon.
Hi Deb, I've god a cowd ind by dose doo, zo I feel for you! Dake care and ged ober it zoon!
Oh, so sorry, Deb. I'm sending some positive thoughts your way. Please try not to sneeze all over your monitor....or the dog. If in doubt, blame the dog.
Ha!! I knew it..the evil cotton buggers have gotten you as well... I don't have the cold/flu/ebola I have the cotton driven sinus pressure from hell.. Its never ending..either I'm stuffed up or I'm dripping like a two year old..
This wagon is most definitely circling with ya..as long as you have tissues
Tissues??? Did someone say tissues? Count me in...
It was probably Obama that caused it. That's what you get for reading my blog.
Ah, feel better. At first I thought you were just doing an impression of Cindy Brady. But take care of yourself, Deb!
Damn... I never thought of using tampons quite like that before...
Do you think they'll look at me funny when I walk out of the store with them?
feel better! That whole ebola thing is a bitch!
I feel for you Deb... I was all set for my Why I Love Me Thursday... but I'll wait till next week. Just get yourself better, o.k.??? I don't like it when you're sick... things seem normal for some reason... warm, sunny, good thoughts from the OBX, young lady!
Awwww...you guys are the best! Even LL wasn't his usual ornery self. Thank you!
Things are better here, the Ginzu steak knives in the throat are gone, the nose is only 'light day' tampon strength, but now the hacking begins. If I could just figure out how to huck one up like you men do, I'd be all set.
The bonus to all this? Dude-Man is home from college and for ONCE it was me that made him sick. I got him some orange juice and a box of tampons so he's good.
Feel better soon. You might breathe more freely without the tampons in your nose, I'm guessing. (Feel free to crack me over the head with your coffee mug. I deserve it.)
Kathcom: Tampon removal definitely helped the breathing, but when it comes to breathing versus dripping, the dripping has got to go. There is no way I will risk breaking my treasured coffee mug on your hard head, so you are safe. For now.
Every time I get sick, I trace my days back to the bastard that gave it to me and hate him/her for the rest of my life.
Avoid all living humans and never touch a doorknob again and you'll be fine.
Dana: I've decided that since I'm sick, everyone else should be to. Now I spit on doorknobs and handrails. So there.
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