While Michele is busy swooning, stumbling, snoozing, and puking her guts up, I figured I'd take a moment to do what she so rarely, if at all, does.
Over there on the right margin you'll find a few ways to brighten up her otherwise bleary and dreary ill weekend:
- The ASV Laptop Fund so she can blog from the GOP Convention in 2004.
- Order an Advertisement on this site. Let people know that you support this kind of tomfollery, wistfulness, and woolgathering not only in spirit, but financially.
- And then there's the Command Post thongs...
What? No Command Post thongs?
Then what the Hell
am I wearing right now?
Maybe instead of a laptop, she could start small. Maybe some chicke soup. If you're voerly generous, she might be able to afford some noodles or matzoh balls in there. And if you're extremely
generous, she could afford the whole matzoh and not the balls.
Imagine, if you will, a swimming pool of chicken soup. I figure if you swam in that, you'd stay young and healthy like those old geezers in Cocoon did. Well, except that you'd smell like greasy chicken fat and salt.
Sorta like the old geezers, I believe.
(Get well soon, Michele. Your absence leaves some daunting shoes and cups to fill.)