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Merry-
I am forver indebted to you. I will be scouring your blogs for typos now. lol.
posted by
IsSanityNear
on November 24, 2004 at 3:45 PM
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Jeff!
Be kind, you aren't out of the woods yet. :)
posted by
IsSanityNear
on November 24, 2004 at 3:45 PM
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suomynona
Thank goodness for you! LOL, negativity not sounding like me? Nonsense! hehe, I am getting fuzzy from the Sudafed, and now I am goofy from your comment... :)
posted by
IsSanityNear
on November 24, 2004 at 3:41 PM
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Tomorrow
I'm going to be even more thankful than usual that I don't have children--Thanks to your blog:)
posted by
jollyjeff
on November 24, 2004 at 3:39 PM
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ISN
Now all that negativity does not sound like you! Instead of being so positive that little tingle is going to turn into a major sore throat for which they make absolutely nothing to provide relief...and that you are then going to lose your voice all together due to the hoarseness created by coughing up all that phlegm(great spelling huh?!), after which you will succumb to a high grade fever which will force you to collapse in a state of hallucination onto your bed, too ill to speak, move or even...EAT! Let's try a bit of positive thinking a la Tiger Woods...you know how he visualises every shot and then it all just falls into place? Now...are you comfortable? Sit down and close your eyes....Oh...no...you won't be able to read then...ok....just half-close them. Now...slow deep breaths.....you are entering a new level of consciousness....that little tickle is nothing more than a scratch made by that cornflake crumb that stuck in your throat at brekkie this morning. You feel absolutely fine! You have NO phlegm...you just wanted some so you could type the word. A fever is out of the question. Picture yourself standing in your kitchen, bright and cheery, filled with Thanksgiving lightness and joy...you are preparing food for the hordes, baking, roasting, simmering...you are setting up an artistic table, you are counting the glasses, you are refereeing your kids fights....the doorbell rings...crowds begin to arrive....AARGH! STOP! Get those sudafed woman and GET INTO BED....stay there and don't move! Get your hubby to bring you some chicken soup and a book, close your door and listen to the muffled conversation from downstairs as you drift into a drug induced state.
posted by
suomynona
on November 24, 2004 at 3:28 PM
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I know, me too!
Hey - i'm always here to point out your typos - in as nice a way as I can - without laughing too much...:)
posted by
MerryAnne
on November 24, 2004 at 3:24 PM
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It is a gift.. lol...
I hate typos... I hate when I notice them weeks later even more, though.... it's like getting a "B" in a class, I just hate it! argh. I knew I was thankful for you for many reasons! :)
posted by
IsSanityNear
on November 24, 2004 at 3:11 PM
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I have to say though
It was the funniest typo I've seen all week! LOL! See you're even funny when you don't try!
posted by
MerryAnne
on November 24, 2004 at 3:10 PM
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I refuse to acknowledge that comment
(fixed it, thanks) Jeez I am worse off than I thought!! lol
posted by
IsSanityNear
on November 24, 2004 at 3:07 PM
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Oh dear,
Did you mean to say flying through the "hair" or all you already on the sudafed? LOL!
posted by
MerryAnne
on November 24, 2004 at 3:04 PM
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