Hack, hack. Cough, cough. Sniff, sniff.
And while I'm busy composing the long-ass post that will explain exactly why I am making these crap weasel sickly sounds for the first time in fifty bazillion years, why don't cha just jog on over to Moi's baking blob and make yourself a mess of chocolate mousse?
8 comments:
Oh no. Did you forget to take zinc? Go take a bunch right now. Hope you feel better.
Well I do hope that Moi gets better real soon. Perhaps a snifter of brandy will help. I find anything with alcohol helps take the edge of most things that are ailing me. Thinking of you dear lady....
have you ever used a nettie pot? i too brushed against the incubus of death right after christmas. it was a horrible situation...pain in the sinus that would not die. not too much mucus. just pain. but...i ran hot salt water through my sinus and it helped.
im sorry you are feeling bad. look at shoes on the internet. when i was recovering from surgery i looked at lots of street fashion blogs. loved it.
get well soon!!
You probably scraped up against a virulent child somewhere. Would you like me to thump one of them on the head for you? It doesn't matter if it's the one who made you sick. They're all guilty.
I hope you feel better so soon. And thanks for the blob love, girl.
Thanks for your well wishes, all. I've done just about everything but snake handling and moon howling. Now, I have lost my voice. Not. Good.
Yes. Street fashion blobs make Moi feel oh so better. She, do you cruise The Sartorialist? Love him.
Wicked: smooches, as always. And yes, please smack a few chillruns por Moi. That will make me smile . . . is that wrong?
Yes, honey chile, that *is* wrong, which is why it feels so very, very right. Mmmmmm, child smackin'....
You still sick?
Still sick. And the Innernets is slooooowwwww as all get out at Moi's house. Qwest has to come out tomorrow to check and see if it's us or them. Grrrrr.
So Thistle, keep smacking chillruns 'til I let you know otherwise . . .
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