Here's a post title that, like a bad emo song, is too long and has nothing to do with the content of the post
Gah. Colds suck. Thank you, Paul, for spreading the "love." Not only am I sick, but Mom and Dad are too. But you redeemed yourself by posting for me when I didn't want to climb out of bed.
What sucks the most when I get a bad cold is how my voice drops three octaves. Dad called yesterday to ask me something, and when I said, "Hello," he said, "Hey Paul." Yeah, it's that bad. But I think the worst is past me. Instead of singing bass, I now can sing tenor.
I'm running late getting ready for work, so I must bid you adieu for now, but I thought you guys would enjoy this "creative correction" sent to me by another editor.
In the column dated Nov. 7, 2007, in the first paragraph, "Macbeth" is misspelled as "Hamlet."Oh, and GrrFace, you're not crazy or drunk, though you might be a crazy drunk. I did bump the blog font up one point because I'm going blind in my old (almost 28!) age.
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I win!
But you don't, because you have a crappy cold. Feel better, Kate :)
Hope you and your parents are feeling better (or some semblance thereof).
By chance, do you and Paul live anywhere near Jim Neely's Interstate Barbecue? I saw it on Alton Brown's Feasting on Asphalt the other night and thought of you.
we kind of live close - its about 30 min away. But their barbeque bologna sandwich is just awesome. I have never had their actual barbeque because all i ever get from there is the sandwich.
I live nowhere near Interstate BBQ, but I always wind up out there when I try to meet Kate for a basketball game.
Barbeque Bologna? Ewww? :P
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