The devil on her shoulder
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...
Comments
Nice post. Get Well Michele and I want a thong, sorry.
Posted by: Scott B | January 31, 2004 04:58 PM
Well, this could be one of three people, though one of those three would never be so charming and thoughtful.
Whoever you are, thank you. I'll be sure to think of Jessica Tandy next time I eat chicken soup.
Posted by: michele | January 31, 2004 05:23 PM
Go back to bed ya goober. When mom is sick we all suffer.
Speaking of which, as a guy, we know for a fact that when we whine we get better quicker. It does not work for women. I do not know why.
Posted by: Dave in Texas | January 31, 2004 07:10 PM
Sleep, michele, sleep. It's the only thing that will get you over this.
Posted by: Kathy K | January 31, 2004 08:09 PM
I just realized I still have your login info. Muahahahahahahahahahaha! Feel better my dear.
Posted by: Faith | January 31, 2004 09:40 PM