Thursday, November 13, 2008

Dear Death

Dear Death,

Come and get me, because I'm pretty sure it's consumption this time.

Regards,
Rachel

5 comments:

  1. Hang in there Rachel. You have to get well soon so you can play with your cute nephews next week.

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  2. I'm so sorry. Maybe the Doc can magically cure you using a pressure point, her pinkies, and frog saliva. Get some rest!

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  3. In my experience, death is extremely non-compliant with such requests. He's such a jerk. In your case, I'm glad. What would I have to read while at my boring, boring job?

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  4. Maybe you can take a sick day and spend time in your clean room cutting things out and coloring them with crayons! (like something for Laura...)

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