Pamper me, Dammit!

[crazymadi]

I’m a baby.  I admit it.

When I’m sick, and I’m most definitely sick now, I want sympathy.  I want people to fuss over me and make me feel like no one matters quite as much as I.  I want to be tucked in bed, fed chicken noodle soup, and kissed on the forehead to see if I’m hot.  I want people to tip-toe around shushing each other, so as not

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[blade_girl]

Aw, poor baby! I think that's a great idea for a service, btw - you should definitely find a like-minded entrepreneurial type in your area to go in on that with you. You might strike it rich.

[crazymadi]

You know, that's not such a bad idea. I wonder if I could get an insurance company to insure my employees, though.

[anonymous]

I'll fly up to Wisconsin and pamper you through your illness. I don't know how to make homemade chicken soup, but for you, I'll find a recipe... if you can give me a magic cure the headache that I have had since I got up this morning.

Hey! TOMMY is on! Maybe he can cure you. I know that you'd love to have its star come pamper you ;)!

[mybagoftrix]

By the way... this last comment was me. Don't know why I was suddenly doing the PA (posters anonymous) thing. Feel better soon.

[blade_girl]

I totally knew that was you.

I'm special like that.

[crazymadi]

ROFLMAO!!!!

Do you really think you can hide from me? I knew it was you the second you mentioned Tommy. And, oh yeah, a certain person in that show can make me feel better any time.

[salzanetta]

Poor Madi. I'm sorry you're feeling so bad. Take care of yourself, sweetie.

[crazymadi]

Thank you for the begged for pity. See? I know how to get what I need. I actually went to the doctor (another blog in itself) and I now have meds. I am guaranteed to feel better soon.