Please excuse Steven from school today as he is sick.
Thank you,
Steven's Mom
Monday, January 08, 2007
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I hope you feel better soon!
i've heard that sweet potato pie is good for you
BAHHHHHH!!!
Hope there's chicken broth, blankets, and sleep in your near future...!
Hope there chicken broth in your blankets. Yeccch.
A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down.
SWAC:
Or maybe blanket broth and sleepy chickens?
I think you mix sugar with whiskey and honey
Dear Mr. Kotter,
Please excuse Juan from school today as he is sick.
Signed,
Epstein's Mom
Wow! NoOprah's mom blogs from beyond the grave.
Hey Mrs NoOprah,
Say hello to my grandfather for me.
NoOprah:
What rot. Either give us the full immunological details -- including carefully worded descriptions of all secretions -- or bugger off the servers.
How many colors does your mucous come in?
-- Lamont Cranston
Lamont:
Please don't feed the bears.
Sincerely,
Cake
Dear Steve's Mom,
Given the fact that you are, ummmmh, to put it delicately, "not with us anymore," Steve may require a doctor's note as well.
Unless, of course, he's come down with something that's gross and disfiguring.
Respectfully,
A Caring Friend
I aint really sick. I just had stuff to do this morning and had no time to blog.
I hate writing the blog after the store opens.
"Unless, of course, he's come down with something that's gross and disfiguring. "
Yes. A doctor's note. And, of course, we'll also need 27 eight-by-ten color glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one.
Not really sick????
Okay. Make that 28 photos.
Cousin Steve pooped in his pants.
What? You fibbed to us? You played hooky?
And to think I made chicken soup cookies for you and all.
(Eww, forget I said that...)
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