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September 28, 2005
My wit's diseased
I am a tourist from Idaho. You are all my husband. We stand before the foreign monument of my cold. As with every illness I have dragged you to see, I am fascinated, enthralled, hooked by the rarity. I think it is plumb cute, is what. "Hon," I say, "would you look at those clogged sinuses? In the book here it says them sinuses haven't been this clogged in years."
"Uh huh," you say, eyeing your watch.
Using a handy broken pillar which is Cement Horizon, I set up our digital camera which is this blog and capture you and me for all time, standing awkwardly, married too long, with the tower of my cold slightly blurred in the background.
Posted by didofoot at September 28, 2005 08:17 AM
Comments
double nod, and some chicken soup.
Posted by: jason at September 28, 2005 12:59 PM
You and me (not I), and split pea soup (not chicken). Mmmm. Peas.
Posted by: Dianna at September 28, 2005 01:29 PM
done and done. except the soup. that's not done.
Posted by: didofoot at September 28, 2005 01:59 PM
No, it'll take about an hour for the peas to get nicely mushy.
Posted by: Dianna at September 28, 2005 02:21 PM
(said in the voice of timmy) MUSHY!
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at September 28, 2005 02:32 PM
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