Hi!
J's in the kitchen stuffing peanut butter into my sterile bone, so I took advantage of the machine to write to you. I get more peanut butter on days she doesn't feel good, so I've been rolling in it lately.
She got some kind of flu she says. She's been huddled in her quilt on the couch, half the time throwing it off and the other half shivering. It's pretty pathetic. But she feels guilty about me when she's sick--gotta be some kind of mental disconnect--but hey, I'll take what I can get.
That seems to be Peanut Butter. At least it's crunchy.
She and the kid put the Christmas Tree up on the day of Christmas, so they decided to leave it up until she felt better--twinkly lights and peanut butter for me, a long drawn out job for her, hopefully soon.
Don't worry, I'm not getting fat. But I DO have peanut butter breath.
Trust me, there are worse things.
Cosmo
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