I've been told, and I agree whole-heartedly, that I've had my turn and now it's time for me to get well. The stomach flu hasn't let me go. It's been three weeks, and it almost let me go twice. Well maybe this time it has really let me go, that remains to be seen yet. I'm just flat-on-my-face weak, and I hate that. Let's just hope, for Bob's sake, I do get on my feet soon. Poor baby has had to cook or buy take-out every night for weeks while I was sick. Now I seem to be weller, but still can't do anything but relax and smell the roses. Oh wait, they haven't bloomed yet. Okay, relax and listen to the birdies.
Karen, Queen of Squishies all prayers welcome
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