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.