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[featherynscale]

The roads are covered in frozen shite, I've got a sore throat, a nasty cough and a fever, and on top of that, FIVE, count-em FIVE of my 30 Winter Bazaar vendors have canceled or strongly think they might not be able to make it.

I think I might go crawl in a hole and die now.

I am definitely not going to work today.

Feh.

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[capriciouslass.livejournal.com]

And I thought my windshield washer fluid lines freezing was a problem...

I hope you feel better soon!

Frozen fluid lines?

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Oh hell, I had that happen yesterday. (Yesterday evening was profoundly NOT a time of joy. I left the office early, only to find that my car was completely iced over. I own a scraper, yes, but do you know where I keep it? At home, in the garage. You know, so I can de-ice my car IN THE MORNING, not at 5 p.m. Anyway.)

Re: Frozen fluid lines?

[capriciouslass.livejournal.com]

I keep my scraper in the car, in fact I even got it out of the trunk a couple of weeks ago. I've found that it's very handy to use to fish things out of the passenger seat footwell while I'm driving. (the short arms, you know...)

I just started my car and let it do the work of defrosting yesterday, but that's one of the advantages of working in a gated facility. It's not like anyone was going to drive off in my vehicle.

But, if you have it, use lots of Airborne today. If not, lots of vitamin C. I also swear by Zicam now. It's helped me clear up a couple of bugs SO much faster than my body can do it on its own.

[lightonthesill.livejournal.com]

Hope Indu gets back to you today. I dropped her a line to let her know that she'd be hereing from you.

(keeping my fingers crossed)

thinking healthy thoughts for you.
~ C

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I mailed her about 10 minutes ago; perhaps she will want to come along. Thanks for the suggestion. :)

[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

Feel better, hon. This crud going around is absolutely annoying as all hell.

*zen hugs*

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Thank you. It's the first cold snap of the year out here, time for everyone to get ill. :(

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

Oh, honey. I'm so sorry to hear about the ice-covered shite. Take care...let me know if I can help?

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Are you still coming out to bring the Nine Fires stuff?

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

Thankfully, agrnmn and the snowbound princesses will make an excursion of it early this afternoon. They have to do cocoa first, and make some snowflakes, and then they'll be Right On It. I expect the big box to arrive at your place by about 2 p.m. :)

Feel free to heap praises on him for magically restoring a whole hour to my work day.

[fionnabhar.livejournal.com]

Ick. My time off is excellent for baking the stuff I promised for the bazaar, but not so good if it effs up the bazaar itself. Hope you feel better soonest. Crawl into a hole, but please don't die.

Alas, the road to the tea shop is, as you have so cogently pointed out, covered in frozen shite.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Oh no! Cornish Pasty day is in peril!! No good at all.

Over here, I'll be spending the day making signs, scouring the house for the clever place we put "stuff to donate to Winter Bazaar" and trying to sort out how to best display and price my jewelry.

And, of course, hacking up a lung and pissing and moaning. Was going to do some baking, but I'm thinking nobody wants my germs, right.

[zylch.livejournal.com]

Fear not, I'll eat a pasty for dinner on your behalf! Cornish Pasty Day must continue!

[fionnabhar.livejournal.com]

Selfless, you are.

[zylch.livejournal.com]

I'm all about service, baby!

Gotta love Shel Silverstien!

[wildnsquirrelly.livejournal.com]

"I cannot go to work today"
Said K******* N****** G*** (pronounced Ji-a here).
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.

And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,


I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,


I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,


There's a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
What? What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is ..... triadruid's Birthday?


G'bye, I'm going out to play!"