Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Too Much Navel Gazing

Patty must be psychic. By the time I got home last night I realized that I wasn't anxious, I was sick! Seems like allergies morphed into some sort of upper respiratory something or other. I find this incredibly funny - in a post-enlightenment ironic sort of way. Geez, Rox, if you hear the sounds of thundering hoofbeats, stop looking for zebras!

4 comments:

  1. I am!! :-) Actually, my husband calls me "telepathetic".

    Make sure you get the good Puffs so your nose doesn't get all red and raw.

    Take good care of yourself!

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  2. My wife calls me "telepathetic" too. Wait, she just calls me "pathetic," but I think she means it in a psychic way...

    Get well...

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  3. You feel beter....that's an order! I guess there was someone in that bunch of bloggers yesterday that could diagnose you. And she didn't even charge you an office visit.

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We'll try this for a while.