i didn't really care if you had killed me all i wanted was a little pity for being so sick.
something like:::: poor baby.

so sad you're feeling bad.
i was a total pity whore all weekend. had my son making me soup and glass of juice and a cracker.... it was endless demands on him. personally i liked being treated like i was hanging by a tread & so close to gloom & doom but, i think David wanted to poison me and put me out of my misery.
or smother me with a pillow for being such a big baby.
guys/gals.. try this sometime. it's fun..
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cough cough aaah can i trouble you for a glass of juice
cough cough gag cough. i don't have the strength to get up. ooooh god please kill me...
btw my son is 23 and he loves his mommy.
