Which could explain why I have a sneaking suspicion that Mr I.N. Fluenza may have just purchased some real estate in my body.
But I'm just holding out that his finance will fall through.
Monday, August 08, 2011
Please pass me the sofa and a blankie.
In the last three weeks I have; flown over four thousand kilometres, driven about two thousand two hundred kilometres, drunk my body weight in Tattinger, been to hospital (the last two weren't related), been a ghost (a tan blanket ghost), been stranded by snow for three days and had my arrival at my uncle and aunt's announced by my cousin's husband with the words, 'I thought I could smell troll!'
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7 comments:
What an exciting life you lead...nice one on the Tattinger..your cousins hubbie sounds hilarious..hope you beat the crap outta that flu..mind yourself :)
Jimminy Christmas! I can't imagine. I send you virtual chicken soup. Doctors orders, put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up.
Wow.
Airplanes. Flying tubes of Germ Distribution. It's inescapable.
Hope you feel better soon!
Poor you. Go for the sofa and the blankie, it sounds like you've earned it.
Get well soon,
Tin x
Hiya Catherine - yes he is far too funny for his own good!
Thank you Janie - mmm, lime, coconut, now you're talking.
Yes Jo, I think one of those germs got me. They got in .Dammit.
Thank you Tinman, the sofa definitely has my name written all over it.
Get thee to thy tamiflu dispenser quick-smart... if it is the influenza (as opposed to common variety cold), take your tamiflu, and watch your flu march on out after a coupla days rather than a coupla weeks.
I would bring you soup... if only you lived closer. And you are the Princess of Trolls. :-)
Oh your're beautiful! I'm thinking, the way I'm feeling, I am ruining Mr I.N Fluenza's finance. I think, I'm kicking his butt. (She says Pollyanna-ishly).
I think I am. I know I am.
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