T-day Cancelled

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So I got the red state Kentucky flu. Came with grandchild, spread now to Megan and me."THAT will teach you to vote for Obama" it whispered in my ear, grabbing my guts and stomach and squeezing really hard.

I have a fever, and I feel like a dog who spins in circles when it has to go to the bathroom--spinning from being sick to the dreaded runs.

I can barely type, and have canceled all plans for tomorrow.

Thankfully the kids can go to their grandparents house, and Larry bought a pre cooked chicken and some veggies so that he/we can have some kind of a dinner if I can get anything down.

Such is life.

Hope you all have a lovely day, and have some turkey for me.

Comments

Anonymous said…
so so sorry to hear about your illness honey.....rest, take care of yourself, and let others take care of you. ill even drink some extra wine and eat an extra dessert for you.....KiSS
10:46 PM
Unknown said…
oh my - does that fall under the category of no good deed goes unpunished? :) i REALLY hope you are better super fast and have a wonderful holiday whenever you feel up to it! big hugs and lots of healing energy sent!
5:51 AM
Anonymous said…
ok, now it's not so funny..feel better hon, I heard the turkeys are all gonna taste terrible this year anyways!!

Feel better,
R
6:25 AM
Anonymous said…
Rats! That sucks. I don't know where they got it. We're fine (knock wood, etc). I'll have some ham for you, since we're not doing turkey. Maybe I'll even make a pie.... I doubt it's because you voted for Obama, but that would make a great disease name--"McCain's Revenge"!
-A.
12:24 PM
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