One minute I am cold, the next I am roasting alive in my own skin. Then just as I remove the last piece of clothing I can remove without flashing my wares to the world, I am plunged back into the icy depths. And so the cycle continues.
The Baron claims he is dying from a cold. He is currently dying on the sofa downstairs. Alone. I do not feel particularly sympathetic to his impending doom since I had to pick up the manky tissues he had strewn around the computer.
I'm also fairly sure that dying people do not eat two big bowls of lemon chicken soup, a packet of crisps and four peanut butter sandwiches whilst watching Star Wars. Just my gut feeling.
Cold begone!
1 comment:
Now who brought the sickness to your party on New Year's Eve? I think they should be the ones picking up the used kleenex!
Feel better, DMouse!
PEZ | Email | Homepage | 01.04.05 - 4:39 pm | #
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HeHe, my hubby is dying everytime he gets a cold. I already see it in my son versus my daughter and how they handle viruses, must be genetic...
jadedoptimist | Email | Homepage | 01.06.05 - 3:20 pm | #
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Baron begone! At least until his cold is gone...
Feel better soon!
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