Well, it's birthday party week, and perhaps it should come as no surprise that Wilder is sick again. Green sludge coming out his nose sick. Breathing like a 78-year-old woman who smokes a pack and slugs back a quart o' bourbon a day sick. Perhaps I should change Wilder's original birthday party theme -- vodka and balloons ... I kid I kid it's puppies and balloons -- to snot and Tylenol. I wonder if that theme comes with cute paper plates and a party hat??
Oh, I think I hear the germy one beckoning me with a mournful call. That or a loon has broken into his room and is serenading him.
Well, to wrap this up, it's Tuesday. Surely he'll feel better by Saturday, right?
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