Let me tell you again why I don't go to the doctor...

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My kitchen counter, right now. And I am not sick.

Comments

Anonymous said…
You should see my medicine cabinet.
August 10, 2008 at 8:35 PM
Amy said…
Oh, this doesn't include what's in the cabinet. But yes, I am sure you have me beat. How old are we? comparing our pills...
August 10, 2008 at 8:52 PM
Jim Jordan said…
You druggie....:-)

Can I try some of those pink pills? They look delicious.
August 10, 2008 at 9:25 PM
Amy said…
Jim - those pink ones are delightful. The doctor prescribed them to me and said something about "too much Mexican food." :)
August 11, 2008 at 2:22 PM
Jack and Lexi's Mom said…
Medicine is always better in pretty colors! Mil's counters always look like this.
August 13, 2008 at 12:20 PM
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