Thursday, February 15, 2007

when they find my cold, dead body

I want you all to know it was Catherine's fault.

She's the one who suggested Miss Doxie's blog. Further, she's the one who suggested I read Miss Doxie's archives.

And, because I love, respect, and trust Catherine, I chose to heed her advice.

Sitting here on my couch, surrounded by used tissues, cough drop wrappers, tissue boxes, bottles of water and half a mug of cold TheraFlu (and according to the noises I just heard coming from Trevor at the foot of the couch, cat vomit), recovering from my rampant strain of martian death flu, influenced perhaps by a higher-than-normal body temperature, I set about reading Miss Doxie's archives.

I have now, on three sepearate moments, nearly choked on three different cough drops and my own larynx.

By the way, folks, we're going to need a bigger boat.*

* I just read January 2005. It's okay. The dogs didn't laugh either.


Blogger Kadiddly said...

Ugh, that must be one hell of a martian death flu bug! I hope you feel better really soon! (And Trevor does, too!)

2:14 PM  
Blogger Catherine said...

I'm glad Miss Doxie has been with you through the Martian Death Flu - you can thank the Girlchild. Miss Doxie is closer to her demographic than mine.

7:41 PM  
Blogger Javajem said...

Dude - I hope you pound those flu bugs into submission soon! Bones was good - did you watch it :)

Oh and my dogs will go outside - but they won't pee or poop on the snow! I swear I have to stand outside with them for 30 minutes while they walk in circles trying to find some grass. Whimps!

11:49 AM  

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