I thought about you all day yesterday, Christmas Eve? All day. I wanted to get on here and ask how you were and tell everyone about you getting so sick and having to still have guests and party.
OMG. But I was too freaking sick to even type. I hope and pray you feel better and that you were on the mend yesterday.
I wouldn't even wish this on Trump. (yes I would and worse)
But certainly not YOU.
Merry Christmas
We bonded over the flu and pain. Those are always the persons I can really relate to. I remember every hangover I ever had. And I had about 1,000 before I finally put it down.
So, I know that the flu and the hangover are almost interchangeable as far as misery. But hangover doesn't last a week and a freaking HALF.
If that means doling out problems, then, NO. I don't try and cause them.
I think I would have been a hell of an advice columnist. I would have loved a stint like Dear Abbey. Do you remember that?
They had a Dear Abbey in the 60's and an Ask Ann Landers advice column in the major papers in the Chicago area and beyond, I think.
People would write in with their problems and I would read it every day and had zero problem, even as a child, coming up with really good advice. It just came naturally and I can write. I would love that. But? I don't see any ads in the papers for that job. Sigh.
No one wants my priceless advice, so I just come on here and give it to everyone, whether they want it or not.