Friday, January 13, 2006

Death At One's Elbow

Whenever I get sick, I become a melodramatic whiny sucky baby.

Ready? Steady? Go!
  • This suuuuucks! Why can't I swallow?
  • Please bring me some juice. Someone? Anyone?
  • I hate...things!
  • Juice?
  • How is it possible to be hot AND cold and the same time?
  • If I die from this, please cremate me and spread my ashes on the lake by that pretty white gazebo in Kingston, ON.
  • If you could be playing Love's "You Set The Scene" while doing so, that would be keen.
  • Juice! Now!
  • Come and find me, Sweet Death! Rescue me from sore throat and coughing and sniffles and ear crackles and muscle owies!
  • Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
(Now playing: coughing)


Blogger Susan said...

ear crackles are the worst. Cheer yourself up go reading this:

Or this:

My God, there is not a better looking man on earth. Except for maybe Dad Sutherland.

5:53 AM  
Blogger Sofi said...

You think Donald Sutherland is hot? GROSS!


Dan Aykroyd's number one fan

9:09 PM  
Blogger Canadian Women's Blogs said...

thanks for dropping your addy Sofi...I've added you to the list

2:45 PM  

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