It turns out that you can’t go to work if you can’t stand up without wanting to vomit or cry.
If you need me, I’ll be here on the couch again.
It turns out that you can’t go to work if you can’t stand up without wanting to vomit or cry.
If you need me, I’ll be here on the couch again.
Tiny Cat Pants 
Oh…. hope you are better soon. I feel bad that you and Brittney are both so sick when it’s so lovely outside.
Is it just me or have you been ill an ass truck of a lot this year? I have half a mind to go through and count the times you’ve missed work, been stranded on the couch in a hallucinogenic fever haze, but it makes me worry about you.
I do feel like I’ve been sick a lot lately. Maybe I have some mysterious disease that can only be cured by eating plenty of chocolate chip cookies. A girl can hope, anyway.
Just bet my brother that Fred Thompson will run for president. You and I can share in all the glorious cookies sure to come our way.
Hi B.,
I’m so sorry I’ve been out of town in Sewanee while you’ve been sick. And that we’re leaving for New Orleans tomorrow. (Well, I’m not sorry that we’re leaving for New Orleans. Just that we’re gone and you’re not feeling well.)
Drop me an email if we need to stop by Marie Laveau’s and pick you up anything. We’ll try whatever to make you feel better.
Get well soon!
C.