cough hack and repeat

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First and foremost my beautiful friend Amy commented on my last post and if no one else reads knowing that she see's is almost enough. She is truly my dearest friend and closest to my heart. When I have been truly lost, deep dark places, she was there. She is on the road to becoming a doctor and when we met she was in a bad relationship and barely getting by. Now she has blossomed into a college student graduating in May and on her way to Med school. If there is pride there is in my love for her. I remember sitting on my livingroom floor a few years back and looking through the papers for college and telling her to go for it. I love her that much.

Hubby is hacking up a lung periodically. He is officially sick. I am a naysayer when it comes to being sick. Youre not sick unless there is fever and green stuff from somewhere. He has both. I made him some hot tea and he drank it, yup hes sick. Every so often I hear a muttered "aarggghh" from somewhere, he is sick.

Girls are off to school. I think Allie has pink eye, itchy, scratchy, blue pink eye. Missi is just her sad unpredictable self. Me I am hanging in there. My house is disaster central truly a "dish piled dog hair baby clothes wind tunnel"

My sweaty coughing husband is lying on the couch and hasnt shaved in days but... I can truly curl up in his arms and be his bed buddy for the day. cough and hack allover me I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!

I am soo fuc78ing sick of pbs asking for money. I PAID ALREADY PUT SESAME STREET BACK ON DAMMIT!!!!

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