Tank Boy-ism of the Day

My nose wiper thing hurts.

Seriously, if you’d gone through as many tissues as he and I have gone through in the past 24 hours, that would make total sense to you.

For the first time I am glad we don’t have travel dates, because I can’t imagine trying to get ready with this.  Or sending McH off to Vietnam if he’s incubating this.  Or bringing a baby home to a house full of these germs.

I’m not sure if my nose is going to fall off first or if a lung is going to come hurtling out of my body first.

Needless to say, since my wireless card died and I can’t surf in bed, I am behind on blogs and emails.  Any more I600s today?

And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the New is going to find you right after he buys stock in Mucinex.

5 thoughts on “Tank Boy-ism of the Day

  1. I hope that you all feel better soon. I can’t remember if I told you or not, but congratulations on your approval and sorry about the delay with the I171H. I figured better late than never!


  2. Gee, you sound EXACTLY like me about one year ago. Stress DEFINITELY kicks your butt and makes all germs extra super mighty nasty germs. Breathe deep and visualize happy serene things. Try not to hack on the kids and lysol the hell out of EVERYTHING! Here’s a jolly big blessing upon you and yours and an extra shot of SERENITY NOW! Be well!


  3. hismissionmine

    My Grandma would say it was all that *sobbing* you were doing into your blog the other day. She always told me that if I kept crying I was gonna get sick, I think she really meant all my crying was making her sick 🙂

    That was my lame attempt at humor, they do say laughter is the best medicine.

    Ok…….I’ll go away now


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