Being sick is the bane of my existence. I think the homestyle fries that I stole from Jory yesterday ate away my stomach lining. Really, I'm not just being disgusting. Of course, there are those things that make me feel better. The fact that I have a fabulous boyfriend who writes fabulous letters.
I'm going to go read it again and then sleep before the family barbecue. Funny how our family barbecues are less about family and more about Norah and Ashley's boyfriends/quasi-fiancés meeting the grandparents. Less about getting together and talking than about Norah and Cole bringing their friends so cardsharp Grandma can teach them all to play rummy.
Sometimes we're cool.