Everybody Gets the Flu
Sing it to the tune of “Everybody plays the fool,” and you may giggle just a little. Under your breath. Provided you are an idiot like me.
In the meantime, let me tell you how much it sucks to be married to SafeTinspector:
First, SafeT gets the flu on Sunday, so you end up with no assistance with the general production of proper parenting during the all-important second half of the weekend. Production schedules are off, backlogs grow long, and shareholders threaten you with lawsuits if some quality nurturing doesn’t get made RIght Now.
Second, both your daughters get sick on Tuesday, with the toddler being so pitiful that you can barely catch your breath from going, “Awww….” all the time. And, of course, by this time SafeT is back at work so you get to tend the flu-ridden without his assistance.
Cap this off with the near absolute certainty that you, yourself, will soon be afflicted with the flu (probably just in time for the weekend) and we have the orgasmic bliss of SafeTmarriage. Hats off to you, Heather!
The picture above was taken with Heather’s cell phone and sent to me with the caption, “I don’t feel good, Daddy!” I felt bad, but I still smiled.
Well, you’ve pretty much insured that you won’t be hanging out with us this week-end, Typhoid Mary.
Hell, no! I am not going to hang out with ANYONE until I’ve caughed out all this lung-butter.
Bad luck SniffT.
May all your coughs yield.
You. Negligent. Monster.
I’ve always wondered what the wee one looked like! Thanks for that. OH, and of course I hope everyone is much better now. As I’m sure they are, since this was weeks ago.
Sam: I’ve received the luck, as you requested.
Rich: Guilty. As. Charged.
Lyvvie: Everyone got better and then we all got sick again and now we’re all better again, and thanks for asking!
You know you gave it to me, and your dad, and we are just about over it, you bad boy.
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