tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792222.post2999488156509255839..comments2023-11-05T05:16:58.246-05:00Comments on The Laughorist: Pthe Pawline Pneumonia PchroniclesPawlie Kokonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974388685662241108noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792222.post-42682331653218656432009-09-06T18:29:28.545-04:002009-09-06T18:29:28.545-04:00I am not loath to say "thanks," Mark.I am not loath to say "thanks," Mark.Pawlie Kokonutshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12974388685662241108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792222.post-14803976894281767192009-09-06T15:04:31.021-04:002009-09-06T15:04:31.021-04:00Paulie:
So sorry to hear of your illness! Mr. V. ...Paulie:<br /><br />So sorry to hear of your illness! Mr. V. told me that you had told him last week that you weren't feeling well. Didn't know it was this bad, but I'm glad you got help.<br /><br />I knew you must be really sick when you used "loathe" instead of "loath." (Insert applicable emoticon.)<br /><br />But seriously (insert rimshot), if I had to be hospitalized I'd prefer to be at Crouse. The nurses there took real good care of my dad, and Paul Kronenberg, the head of the place, used to be my doctor. Good guy.<br /><br />I thought about calling you but feared I'd wake you up. I'll be seeing Mr. V. soon as we head to the ballpark. I'll fill him in.<br /><br />Hang in there,<br />markMark Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07463881222804863326noreply@blogger.com