No, I’m not as far gone as the guy I’m hanging out with here, I just have a horrible cold that’s turned my brain to mush. So I’m suspending publication — and payments — for a week or two until I get better. And if enough of you clap very loudly and click the little ‘I love you so desperately that one day I might pay’ heart, I may, when I return to breathing through my nose, answer the following questions:
Our recipe for recovering from horrible colds (and also COVID when your doctor won't prescribe Paxlovid because it messes with your blood pressure medicine) is hot tea, lashings of local honey, reshly squeezed lemon juice, and bourbon. Feel better, and I already pay just on effing name recognition AlONE.
Those Frenchies! Once they cook for you you're a gone goose. He cooked for me, compromised my already dubious virtue, and today we're celebrating forty-four years of legal cohabitation. He still hasn't learned a word of English!
I am pushing positive vibes in your direction. I need to save a few for myself as I wonder if someone got the license plate number of the truck that hit me. Not really. It is how I feel, however.
When I went to the University of Chicago, I learned that the library had every single issue of Playboy ever published in its collection and that they kept them behind the counter in the Special Collections room and that students could check them out. You can probably guess what I did about that.
Best sick note ever. 👏👏👏
Our recipe for recovering from horrible colds (and also COVID when your doctor won't prescribe Paxlovid because it messes with your blood pressure medicine) is hot tea, lashings of local honey, reshly squeezed lemon juice, and bourbon. Feel better, and I already pay just on effing name recognition AlONE.
Hope you feel much better very soon, Joyce! xo
Speedy recovery XO
I just re-subscribed for a year. Hope that's the cure. How was the omelet?
feel better!!!
Feel better. We will miss you.
Those Frenchies! Once they cook for you you're a gone goose. He cooked for me, compromised my already dubious virtue, and today we're celebrating forty-four years of legal cohabitation. He still hasn't learned a word of English!
ohhh ms. wadler you dont need a wayyy back machine to augment present charms
hope you are feeling better and thanks for the reminder satiating one body part leads to access to another
ahh fuck
even if its our damn Own!! 😉🤣🥵🥴❣️
Get rested and get better soon ❤️
get well and then return to tell us if this post was metaphorical and if so what's the metaphor a metaphor for? I remain befuddled.
Hot tea, chicken soup, rest. Come back soon. We miss you.
I hope you feel better soon
I am pushing positive vibes in your direction. I need to save a few for myself as I wonder if someone got the license plate number of the truck that hit me. Not really. It is how I feel, however.
Joyce - lovely to see you and Yorick in better days. Hoping you'll soon be back on your feet and feeling like your old self (no pun intended).
When I went to the University of Chicago, I learned that the library had every single issue of Playboy ever published in its collection and that they kept them behind the counter in the Special Collections room and that students could check them out. You can probably guess what I did about that.
Feel better soon!