Friday the 13th...psych :>)

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and on Valentine's Day going to see the ballet, Peter Pan. Cause nothing says love like a pirate and his crocodile.

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  1. RudeeFebruary 13, 2009 at 10:09 PM

    Well that sounds like a great date. Now, I have to tell you, I was at a local hospital in the MICU doing a start of care, when I heard a nurse talking about her honey-haired girl today. I thought about you. Too many miles in between for it to have been you...

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  2. LydiaFebruary 14, 2009 at 12:45 AM

    It sounds like a lot of fun to me. I am sicky-poo with a bad cold, and my husband sounds like he's getting it too. Gonna get some sleep now and hope I wake up on Valentine's Day feeling better. I'd settle for looking better, i.e. Mike told me tonight that my nostrils are so red they look like lips!

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  3. UnknownFebruary 14, 2009 at 3:59 PM

    Happy Valentine's Day, all...
    Rudee: Damn those MICU nurses...always stealing my best lines:>)The date to the ballet is with my girls. Hubby works every weekend so CollegeGrrrl comes up from school and we all have a day together. Not enough time, but I take what I can get.
    Lydia: So very sorry to hear about your cold.I've tried Zicam before and it seemed to help. That and tea. Hope you and Mike feel much better. Right. Now.

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  4. modyMarch 1, 2009 at 7:45 PM

    It sounds like a lot of fun to me. I am sicky-poo with a bad cold, and my husband sounds like he's getting it too. Gonna get some sleep now and hope I wake up on Valentine's Day feeling better. I'd settle for looking better, i.e. Mike told me tonight that my nostrils are so red they look like lips!

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