Sick. Stuck in the Snow. Facing Room Service House Merlot
posted by Sheena @ 7:54 PM
12 comments
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12 Comments:
Not much worse than being sick in a hotel room. (Well, maybe listening to the neighbours having sex....)
Feelin' sorry for ya.
Having just emerged from bronchial spastic coughing fits meself, I'm woeful to learn of yer own underweatherness. Warm healthful thoughts in yer direction, Sheena. Sláinte.
Wow, powerful images. The epitome of loneliness and misery. Been there.
Sorry, Hon.
Made it home this morning. Hopped on with another person and we braved the messy but not too icy 401. Saw a few ditchbound, but conditions actually do-able.
Hopped the subway home from Yorkdale Mall. Proceeded to rip half the skin off my right knee slipping while crossing the street.
Thanks for the nice thoughts all.
Sipping some real grapefruit juice with kleenex box close at hand. That gets me thinking about an upcoming rant about the proliferation of that sucky sweet shit pink grapefruit juice all over the place and the difficulty of finding old fashioned sour white stuff. fcs.
Sheena, there's only one thing to do at a time like this.
Warm some brandy, get your boyfriend to make you some Banana's foster, crawl into bed, and sleep.
If you wake up tomorrow still feeling ill, try a healthy dose of tequila (like half 26oz), repeat sleep protocol.
If your still sick on Sunday, phone your boss, tell im' your sick, and grap a last chance to Cancun for the week.
If that doesn't work, go see a doctor.
Get well kiddo:)
Tsk... such spelling. I really shouldn't talk on the phone while typing.
Oh well. You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh. Unless your sick in bed, then it's just a pain in the ass guy.
just don't say nothing bad about ruby red around seawench
Oh right, fender. Forgot about her ruby red. Well, don't say anything, but I hate that shit. I'm an old-school grapefruit juice girl I guess.
Joe C... cancun? ewww... like I need to get runned over and stabbed.
No.. I have far more mind numbing and soul crushing travel in store for me the next few weeks.
well, she like the juice but prefers when I cut a real live one in half and expertly section it, major points
You can use my Honest Ed's footspa when you get back, it is a miracle.
Red Sourpuss Sheena & lots of it.
That'll do the trick.
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