Three times this morning I have thought, "I'm hilarious! I should totally blog that!"
You should be glad the same bottle of Nyquil that makes me think I am hilarious also makes me forget what I was going to say.
Can someone please come over and bring the box of Kleenex up from the kitchen to my bedroom? My sleeves are getting slimy.
Never mind, by the time you get this message, I will have fallen asleep again. But you can leave some soup on the front porch. The dog can bring it in for me. But you'll need to make it hot. She can't put it in the microwave. No opposable thumbs.
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that is hilarious...now what were we talking about???
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