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Camomile Tea and Me
Camomile Tea and Me Well, I am blogging at a very odd time today. Yesterday is my city was apparently the coldest place in North America and let me tell you it sure felt like it. I had to be out and about yesterday and I think I am paying the consequences today. I am feeling completely under the weather. Do you ever think you are going to die because you have symptoms that are odd in the sense they don't match a cold or flu or anything else you can think of? You google symptoms and nothing. I am a medical mystery at this point. So I am home today...alone. I really would like to say I am at home naked but I am not. My hair is in a ponytail, I have pink boot slippers on, my pink velvet pants and a pink hoodie. Oh yes, don't let me forget the thermometer hanging out of my mouth. Pretty picture. I am feeling lonely but I suppose it's better nobody sees me like this today. I am going to nap this afternoon during the soap opera's, keep my little puppies close to me to keep me warm, drink my camomile tea which I only drink when I am sick. If you wish to leave your condolensces for the old bella below feel free, I need some get well soon cards. In liew of bella here today I will start a series of little posts based on this great email I received yesterday called: And then the fight started. And now we shall begin. After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later. The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me', and she processed my Social Security application. When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office. She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.' And then the fight started... |
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get well soon!
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Get well, my friend. Come into my realm! You aren't afraid...are you?
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Ciao my old friend! Of course I remember you and those very late nights chatting. I miss you and your writing...come back!
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1/15/2009 11:02 pm |
Hope you're feeling better beautiful Bella. It's cold as hell frozen over here too. ps. that pic is great. Wish I saw it before you covered the best part.
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1/16/2009 6:57 am |
feel beeter bellz and that was always got the good jokes to jump start a fellas morning
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bringing over some chicken noodle soup.....get better lovely friend!!!!
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