January 2011
21 posts
FYI: I really dislike being called “dude” just call me liz, it’s my name and much easier than calling me a stupid bro nickname. Thanks.
broth soup.
When I was a little tike and sick my grandma Barbara would be stuck with the responsibility of watching me. She would let me sleep in her huge king size bed, watch muppet movies and snuggle with the special satin pillowcases that healed most fevers. But most of all she would always give me broth soup, which to this day I’m certain had healing powers. When I was older and sick my dad would be...
…facing all my fears, except for snakes because that’s biblical. Here’s to being invincible and not turning to dust (just yet). Big breathe and swallow!
