Monday, September 27, 2010

Incubus for the plague

Lord help me. Bleeker is sick.

Bleeker does not do sick well. Try as he might he simply succumbs to his symptoms and smells like vapo-rub, or as is the case this evening, Lemon vapo-rub. Nothing like having the man who sleeps next to you smell like a freshly dusted armoire.

I sincerely hope it's a passing virus and that the kids nor I get it, which is about as likely as me trying on a size 2 and having it be too loose. Of course, it's quarter end at work and it just wouldn't be the same if I was healthy.

I am going to start popping cold fx like M&Ms and hope for the best.


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