As I type this, three out of four of the humans in this house have:
and are blowing through tissues like no ones business.
We are sick. Vanilla is the Last Man Standing and if there was a prize he’d surely win it. I’d honestly like to wrap him in a bubble and farm him out for a week just so he too doesn’t suffer from the sickness. Because it is truly miserable, the hacking, wrenching cough, the endless nose-blowing, the chills even with three down blankets. Trust me when I say you do not want to come over to our house right now. I don’t even want to come over to my house right now.
I have a feeling I’ll be going crazy with the anti-bacterial wipes once I can stand without wanting to fall over. Yesterday we watched all three Narnia movies, today maybe we’ll watch all three Toy Story’s, or catch up on Brothers & Sisters (I’m in season 3), or continue getting up to speed on Parenthood, or lay around on the couch ordering groceries from Amazon Fresh, or maybe we’ll just do all four.
If you want to visit just take a left at Phlegm Alley, and don’t forget the chicken soup.