Angie gets sick too much. I know she can't help it, but I can't work with her. She's always sick! Which means working FOR her. She called me this morning. I was all snuggled in my bed, Nessy (my teddy bear) wrapped in my arms, and then my cell rang. Angie sounded terrible and asked if I could work for her. This has got to be at least the fifth time ( Read more... )