don’t worry, janie bo banie, even though you aren’t near me while i’m sick… the paternal jewish instincts of adam cole came to the rescue.
“pardon me, i’m making the jewish cure!” -adam cole
“alright emma, you are twenty minutes away from being cured.” -adam cole
tasted a little like chicken noodle soup. i’d like to say it made me feel better, but still feeling under the weather.
thanks ac slater, you are a good friend! nashville is lucky to have you.