

I'm not sure exactly which ones are having a party inside me (remember that Cosby Show episode where Dr. Huxtable explains to youngest daughter Rudy all about the germs having a party?) but something is definitely amiss. All I want to do is lay down here on the carpet under my desk and hope that some kind soul brings a blanket. And maybe some hot tea. Really just a blanket. I'm so cold.
(Personally, I'm blaming Maggie, who had croup at the start of the week. I really shouldn't have let her breathe into my mouth, but it seemed like a sort of good idea at the time. Looking back, I was an idiot. Again.)
1 comment:
Wow - who can forget that episode? "No more parties in there!"
Hope you feel better soon. Time for some vegetable soup with dumplings!
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