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June 3, 2008
Eeyore-ish
I've worked my way to the phase of sickness where you think you're getting better, but then ten minutes later, you want to call your mom on the phone and whine and wallow and the world seems like an awful place to live and you just wish somebody would come put you to bed because you're cranky and everything you say seems to turn into a runon sentence but you really don't care because nobody is listening anyway.
So, yeah. I'm getting better.
Ha!
The Daily | By WonderGirl | 1:45 PM
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want me to come down there and make it all better? just say the word!
Posted by: auntj at June 4, 2008 12:02 AM
Awwwwwwwww... it always breaks my heart when babies are sick... and you'll always be my first baby... there, there, sweetie... it'll be okay...
Posted by: aunt vickie at June 4, 2008 9:34 AM
