I'm sick AGAIN. I think this is the fourth time I have been sick since Marvin started his school year, and I do blame all those Typhoid Mary children for bringing me all those germs, and also the fact that I don't have a spleen, which apparently makes you susceptible to colds and such and I wonder if this sentence could get any longer.
Anyway, I don't want you to get upset or anything, but I have a fever of 99.3. SHUT UP. It is so a real fever. Normally my real temperature is 97.6, and I know this because I take my temperature all the time.
I actually stayed home from work, and this is the first time in all these stupid illnesses that I have done that, but I did have that raging fever and also I felt like I was swallowing glass and also I have the energy of a tree sloth or Anna Nicole Smith.
Which led me to watch the entire season of Momma's Boy yesterday, which is a reality show produced by Ryan Seacrest where the moms get to pick the sons' girlfriends, and all I can say is, those men will never have a normal relationship with any woman, ever.
All this illness has given me quality time with my pets, speaking of inappropriate relationships.
I enjoy how Tallulah is perfectly willing to play without stopping for nine solid hours at dog day care, or alternatively, sleep on the couch for 11 hours, getting her hair on the velvet pillows. Whichever.
Now, everyone's willing to hang here while I post. You'd think they'd worry about catching my disease.
I hope you are all able to carry on with your weekends without worrying about me too much. Save yourselves! I'd want you to be happy!