Hi Kids…See that picture on the right there?
That is our couch/my bed. That is where I sleep, eat, and watch TV.
I call her, “Kelly”…I love Kelly.
She comforts me while I slumber or enjoy a cup of hot coffee while watching the morning news.
She’s a good, good, woman. Today, I need her more than usual.
After managing to escape this past winter and spring without the flu or even much of a cold, I have been stricken by a virulent cold virus.
I think I picked it up while hanging out Saturday with an incredibly adorable 13 year old boy. My son, you perverts, my son!! Jeez.
Little did I know that while we laughed, tossed the football, and sat together watching ESPN, he was also conducting a full-frontal germ warfare attack upon me.
He’s fine now…I feel like crap. And not just any kind of crap…
The kind of crap one might experience after a night of consuming Vienna Sausages, corned beef hash, jalapeno poppers, and cheap Tequila…
Served together in a bowl full of Dick Cheney’s man juices gleaned from his Vice-Presidential prick as he watched Apocalypse Now.
Yeah, that’s exactly the type of crap that I feel like. Not good.
So, have a good day, and I will respond and cruise the internets as best I can, but for the most part I will be laying on top of Kelly...
At least until, I go to pick up my adorable virus factory from school. After that, I am going to drag my ass to work tonight.
If you feel compelled to do so, and you have even the slightest concern for my well-being, send me some soup; soup would be nice. Or, a nice, cozy tit shot of yourself. I like tits.
Until, well…um, until whenever…
Cheers!!
