Cripes. After a nice, fun wedding, guess who's got a stomach bug that is causing a case of the runs like you wouldn't believe?
Guess who's kid threw up this morning?
Yeah. I'd want a cocktail if the thought of it didn't make me blanch slightly.
You don't realize how good saltines taste until you haven't eaten a damn thing all day. I can't believe how much TV I've watched with Benevolent Dictator today. At least she seems to like Kiki's Delivery Service.
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