Mom: "All day long I was thinking it was Wednesday."
Carly: "Oooh, and it was really Monday?"
Me: "It was Tuesday."
[What I meant] That's funny; all day long I was thinking "get me out of this house. I haven't thrown up in 20 hours. I need to feel the dreary gray air on my face, the spitting rain in my unwashed hair..."
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Remember the time you drank a Long Island ice tea and a half and threw up? That was cute.
Awww, poor Sriracha! Hang in there soldier, you'll be in the clear in no-time.
- Gomer Kyle
feel better soon!! i'm experiencing an accomplice's guilt... so if you need me to fed-ex some chicken noodle soup and saltines...or cocktail weinies.. i'm there. :)
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