Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The One Where You Don't Crinkle Your Nose When I Blow My Nose.

Dear Lover,

Oy.
I don't feel very well today.

Will you buy me an endless supply of tissues?
And gather up a bouquet of daisies from a nearby field?
Will you bring me a cup of chamomile and honey tea?
And lie beside me in bed all day long watching my favorite movies?

Love,
Me.
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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousJune 29, 2010 at 9:02 AM

    I happened upon your blog through the Pioneer Woman. I love your writing.

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  2. UnknownJune 29, 2010 at 9:26 AM

    Thanks so much. That Pioneer Woman is a hoot, no?!

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  3. the Provident WomanJune 29, 2010 at 3:06 PM

    I hope you feel better. It made me think of You've Got Mail when Meg Ryan's character is sick with all of the tissues and he brings her daisies.

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  4. UnknownJune 29, 2010 at 3:32 PM

    @ The Provident Woman:
    Thanks for the well wishes. (OH! If only I had some of your family's harvested honey! A spoonful just might cure it all!)

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