The one Where Emzy was Sure she was Going to Die

I don't even feel like I need to discuss this one very much. Just read the conversation Emzy and I had on Sunday via GoogleTalk....

(oh, and BTW I did very little editing...mostly just copy and paste, so please excuse the type-os!)

6:07 PM Emily: Sooooo
I think I may have the flu
6:09 PM And by think I mean know
6:13 PM If I die you can have all my stuff!
6:17 PM Make sure amanda gets her straightener back from my luggage :)
6:18 PM Let chris keep what he wants from the kitchen...that you don't need since he has nothing
6:25 PM me: Dramatic much?
6:26 PM :)
Emily: Ha but for real
It feels like the beginning of swine 09
me: Lovely
6:28 PM When do you come home?
Emily: tomorrow
6:29 PM me: Oh ok
Emily: My body is freezing and sweating
And I'm twitchy
6:30 PM Its a dry cough and no sinus pressure that's why I know its not a cold
Like no snot
me: Ummm
You're gonna be fun to fly with
Emily: :(
6:31 PM me: Yuck
Emily: I knowwwww
I'm really sad and I just want to lay in bed and drink juice
6:32 PM me: Well you better get better before we go to nannys
Emily: I knowwwwwwwwwww
6:34 PM I wish I had an extra day here
me: Sorry
Emily: My luck
6:35 PM I still have £25 cash
me: Buy me stuff at the airport
Lol
Emily: I already got you stuff
me: Candy?
6:36 PM Emily: Got sooo much
me: Just a suggestion
Lol
Emily: Prob will buy more
I think my case is gonna be spot on for weight again
6:37 PM me: Nice
Emily: I'm a pro
6:38 PM me: Lol
6:39 PM Yeah ya are
Emily: That can be on my headstone
What I was known for
me: Ya ok
6:40 PM Emily: And remember you and sean are making eugooglies
Ok? Yours funny hers nice
me: Ok
6:41 PM Emily: Garrett can try and talk but he'll be crying too much
me: True
Emily: And I dont know if he should be a pall bearer..he might drop me
Although.....
That would be one helluva last entry for life....and death with emzy
me: That would be a GREAT blog
6:42 PM Emily: Lolololol
I'm picturing it now

The One Where Emzy Didn't Have Anthrax

If you've ever had the pleasure of meeting her, you know good and well that my beloved sister Emzy tends to live life on the dramatic side. For instance, she recently developed a seasonal cough that I attribute to humidity and changing seasons. But of course, she insisted that she has the beginning of tuberculosis. I am sure this is because we discussed the various avenues of TB testing today at breakfast (you know, the little six-needled stamp vs. the sub-epidermal bubble).

The proclamation of her impending doom reminded me of a conversation she and I had about this time last year. It was in the middle of the media hype over the swine...I mean H1N1...flu epidemic. I was Google-Chatting her from work back in Indiana and it went something like this:

Me: So, Em, with all this talk on the news I keep waiting for you to call me and tell me you have the swine.

Emzy: lol...any day now, I'm sure!

Me: You know, just like you had West Nile, and the bird flu, and SARS, and Anthrax

Emzy: Hey, I never had Anthrax!