Dear Migraine,
Thank you for coming to visit us.
We didn't want mom to finish this drawing.
We like it when she lies down in bed next to our cages
and we can get attention by chewing on her bars.
OOPS, a minor typo, we meant "OUR BARS"
because - of course her bed does not have bars!
Goodness, where did THAT typo come from?
We regret the "spillage" of ginger ale, coffee, and
whatever other liquids and perishable (READ: SMELLY!)
items knocked over during your visit. Mom can't see real
good with ice packs smashed over her eyes while she stumbles
about in our new drama: "OMG! ANOTHER DAY WITH !!^$^^#%$*&WTF?!"
now receiving rave reviews nowhere.
Which is for the best.
Perhaps mom will finish you. Perhaps not.
Either way, your lovely company during a rare, cool, sunny, Pacific Nor'west
facsimile of summer has been duly noted.
Sincerely,
OMG! WHY AREN'T THESE ICE PACKS FROZEN?!
(mebbe cuz you didn't put them back in the freezer?)
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