
But I motherfucking ate it myself today.
I did not even look at the damn nutrition label either. I am sick, Motherfuckers! and I can eat whatever I fucking want and I am not worrying about fucking fat grams.
It was not the best motherfucking soup I ever ate but it wasn't the worst either.
Now. If you want to read a REALLY good post, written by the genuine Ms. Bastard-Beloved, go here.
I don't care how motherfucking sick you are, you will laugh.
Love...Ms. Moon
P.S. I'm sorry Kathleen. I will make you more soup. I promise.
I love you SOFA KING MUCH. Do you know that? I am glad you ate the soup. I wish I were closer so I could bring you some fancy fucking soup from some restaurant and make you feel better. Also, we could have martinis. I had four dirty martinis this weekend and thought of you each damn time.
ReplyDeleteI adore you! Get well SOON.
Love,
SB
:-)
ReplyDeleteBe well, Ms. Moon.
Ah, Mary Moon, my dear........I wish I could gallop up onto your porch, bang on the door and hand you a pot of Lo's Magic Chicken Soup, still warm from the stove. That would fix you.
ReplyDeleteWell considering the geographic distance between us and my bum knee and all.......in lieu of that let me just say,"I love you and please get well."
ah you do that very well, thanks for the laugh. SB is a fantastic teacher. I couldn't talk/write like her if I tried, she's motherfucking brilliant.
ReplyDeleteSoups gone and now you will have room for something else in both the fridge and your tummy.
ReplyDeleteNext year get a flu shot in early October.
ReplyDeleteHope you feel better. I'm sure Kathleen understands about the soup.
I had king crab corn chowder today and it was great. So I understand your wanting some good soup.
ReplyDeleteThat gave me great smile. Hoping you feel better soon.
ReplyDeleteMs. Bastard-Beloved- Why don't we live in the same neighborhood? Why?
ReplyDeleteLora- I am trying.
Lo- I would just love to see your face. Forget that soup. I would kiss you for days.
Bethany- She's a motherfucking genius.
Sandra- Yes!
Lucy- It wasn't the flu. I promise you.
Syd- Oh my goodness. That sounds GOOD!
Mel- Working on it, baby. Working on it.