Friday, January 2, 2009
2009 is over-rated so far
We are all as sick as dogs. Christina and I went to the doc today, Melanie ,as is her wont? - want? - wont?, refuses to go, so she lays prostrate on the couch hacking up goobers the size of Toms head. I have a headache from the lunatic coughing fits, all of my Christmas chocolate covered cherries are gone, my left shoulder blade is out so I resemble Rodan from the rear, I have to speak at a Korean church on Sunday and I can barely breathe, my Boston CD is scratched, and the Cultural Revolution starts on January 20th. On a lighter note, my new bathtub pillow and rich, luxurious bubble bath makes me feel pretty.
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While she probably needs antibiotics, tell Melanie to get some Mucinex. That is a really good expectorant. Double up on the water intake and get some apples. Don't laugh. Curing myself and my students of upper respiratory illness is my life.
It's more than a feelin' when Rodan eats all the choclate cordials. Cultural revoloution ie Mao / gang of four?
While I sit here fighting back the tears at the scratched Boston cd, I transcend into full blown weeping at the news of the now defunct Christmas joy cleverly disguised in a chocolate drenched cherry. Oh yeah, and really so very sorry you guys are full of snot and having to endure wretching heaving coughing spasms. *hold on a sec while I stop to munch on my brownie. Darn it, now my desk is sticky* Please continue to luxuriate within your bubbles of peace and contentment. I couldnt bear the news of you not being able to attend the conference with unsmooth, unscented skin, or with a unrelaxed neck from not using your new pillow. You should probably also give yourself a warm and cozy hug every day...Richard Simmons says we are worth it! Love ya Timber! Snot, BE GONE! I COMMAND YOU TO FLEE FROM TIMS BIG HAIRY NOSTRILS AND FIND SOLICE IN ANOTHER NOSTRIL! NOT IN THE SAME HOUSE! If you need me to come up and wave garlic around you in a weaving and annoying pattern let me know. It wont mean anything mystical, just me on too much sugar feeling the need to annoy my brother and his wife and any kid who remains around to witness. Ok, I need to move on to another siblings blog. They need me.
Thanks, Frau. I got Tim's snot.
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