Erin go Sistatime!

Sistatime! called me yesterday, enraged that of all days of the year she finds herself on St. Patrick's Day bedridden (ironically?) with walking pneumonia. A tragedy, since of course this is the only day of the year Sistatime! partakes of booze except for a daily box of wine or fifteen.

I tried to cheer her up with a joke, which she didn't find funny.

"Hey, could be worse, could be running pneumonia."
"'Running'? HA! Not my fat ass!"

vivá la Sistatime! :)