It would be a perfect temperature outside to mow the lawn this morning or to hit the streets again to look for a job if my head didn't feel like it weighs a ton from this summer cold. It's vicious and virulent. I sound like a foghorn and it's made me a mouth breather. I am going to stuff my nose with tissue to stop the drip since I can't breath through it anyway.
I stubbed my middle toe on the couch and ripped off half the toe nail. I am going to wear sandals anyway. Maybe I can polish the toe to look like the nail is there.
I feel pretty.
7 comments:
Circle, circle, dot, dot here is your cure- it's a cooty shot!
O O . .
I think I misdiagnosed, do you have anything for the plague?
You really know how to sell it, Babe.
I'm bringing sexy back.
Just my razor wit and incessant good nature. Gonna make it?
I'm going to live.
Glad to hear you are gonna make, YM!
Gia
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