Wednesday, October 12, 2005

"No, don't bother. I'm still contagious."

Y'all, I am sad. The Professor is sick. I offered to bring her food. She said no. But she also sat in my house all weekend, graciously dog-sitting. And left her sickly germs all over the house. So, now I'm sick. I should go home, but... sing along America... the Butcher has my car.

4 Comments:

Blogger Aunt B said...

Hmm. Maybe my place made you sick. I do need a ride home, but I have shitloads to do, which I am clearly not doing because I'm busy wondering if I could take a nap. My desk blocks the view from the door. I could put a note on the door saying I was at a meeting and sleep for a little bit.

What about at 4:30? Could you get me then?

10/12/2005 01:28:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

All right. A plan. I'll see you then.

10/12/2005 01:34:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Of course it's a quote from you. All part of my plan to make you famous.

10/12/2005 01:35:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I believe I am in the same place of business as you are, just let me know if you ever need a ride.

10/12/2005 04:06:00 PM  

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