In which I am DYING
Feb. 19th, 2008 08:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seldneiUgh. I caught ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jkason's cold. (Don't you dare feel guilty!!! Don't gloat, either!!!) I feel pretty nasty--tired, stuffy, sore throat from all the glop clogging my throat, occasional cough, and--oh yes--the start of losing my voice. "Gunther, be a good little boy and get me a whiskey."
dealio is staying home to take care of the Zweeble and me (Z. isn't sick, so I'm praying he won't get it, half-expecting him to, and seriously praying that if he does, he gets sick once I feel better and not in the middle of me wanting to die).
An excellent opportunity to research baby carriers and bike seats, though.
jkason's cold. (Don't you dare feel guilty!!! Don't gloat, either!!!) I feel pretty nasty--tired, stuffy, sore throat from all the glop clogging my throat, occasional cough, and--oh yes--the start of losing my voice. "Gunther, be a good little boy and get me a whiskey."dealio is staying home to take care of the Zweeble and me (Z. isn't sick, so I'm praying he won't get it, half-expecting him to, and seriously praying that if he does, he gets sick once I feel better and not in the middle of me wanting to die).An excellent opportunity to research baby carriers and bike seats, though.
