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March 09, 2007

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Wendy

I want to be like you when I grow up. Only without the gallbladder thing.

Is

I've been reading your blog and find it to be a huge breath of fresh air...makes me laugh! Going through Hodgkins treatment myself, on 3/12, and sometimes the other websites are such a downer.

Anyway, I've been very curious about your fascination with Chick-Fil-A.

Just curious...

Sam

Nah. You're talking for all of us, not to yourself. And we're all thankful for you and Chick-fil-a.

anomoonous

Jenne... three words of advice... eat. mor. chikin.

Jenne

Wendy - but it's the gallbladder thing that gets you the morphine! pay attention!

Is - Thanks for your words. Hope treatment is going okay for you. If you'd like to connect through email feel free. I can listen whenever you need it. And also, the chick-fil-a thing is a long standing love affair. Do you know Chick-fil-a? Have you tried it? Like today? Because we all need a little chick-fil-a daily. In my opinion.

Sam - :)

And, of course, to my anomoonously commenting friend ... three better words were never spoken er, uddered.

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