Gayle was engulfed in post-chemo blues. Worst of all, her back end screamed with the runny aftermath of the toxin’s effects on her guts.
I texted her my secret recipe for relief from bad butt day battles. The following day, her upbeat return text had her sitting in style, hailed me as ‘the butt whisperer.’
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Gee, I'd like that recipe for my Mom.
Now that is some useful texting!
ROTFL! Butt whisperer! Good for you.
My mom is in the ICU with her COPD/CHF and has unfortunately developed c. difficile. Maybe you have a butt whisper for her ailment? Fingers are crossed, not sure if she's going to make it but she has surprised me many times before.
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