Well, so much for doing anything this week.
The lung monster doesn't let me walk more than 6 feet without hacking. I sound like Brenda Vaccaro on a 4 day bender of bathtub gin and unfiltered Camel cigarrettes.
Between ice storms, snow days and cancelled flights- everything got put on hold. The boys were home, wife was home. Everybody here and I sat on the yellow chair doing emails and barking excuses through my cough into the phone. Lovely.
The last few days, I have felt like a leper- not wanting to infect anyone else. Everyone has been staying away from me- I have been sleeping in another room and eating at different times, staying about 10 feet from everyone.
Unclean! Unclean!.
Every hour or so, I would get hit with a Nerf dart- Once in the head. Wrapped around one of the darts was a note that said, "I love ya, Dad. "
Somehow that beat the heck out of the Mucinex I have been taking.
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And the lovely Ms. Vacarro had so much more fun getting there than you....
Nerf in the head....
Love hurts!
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