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By Jon Date: 2002 Mar 18 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.18.23.50.16325]] |
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"Aww you're sick? Want me to make you some chicken soup?" you say. "Sure babe...that would be great." I reply I've had one of those stomach flu's for the past few days. And I'm a little worried about seeing you...I look like I was hit with a Mack truck and then dragged across the State line and then some. You tell me to make sure I have the ingredients necessary for you to cook me my all-healing-Chicken-Soup-for-the-soul. You arrive at my place and I'm still lying in my bed whimpering like a lost dog. You drag me out of bed and we head to the kitchen. "Hmm...okay we're going to need some chicken of course." you say. "Yeah we just might need that." I sneer You stick your tongue out at me. "Okay we need some chicken broth. Probably two tablespoons. And about 2 cups of water." You begin to look around the kitchen and gasp with excitement when you find the broth...and melt my heart at the same time. "Okay we've got the chicken. Ohh it's a nice eight pounder. We've got the broth and water. All we need now are the vegetables. I'll dice them up. Hmm maybe some carrots and lettuce. Oh and I'll throw in a hint of peper like my grandma used to make maybe like a teaspoon or just a sprinkle." you say smiling I walk up to you and I pull you in close and I look into your eyes. "Forget the chiken soup," I say "I've got all the Chicken Soup I need right here in my arms." And a week later... "Great, now I'm sick!" you complain. "Awww, want me to come over and make you some chicken soup?" "I was waiting for you to ask." |