On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
...a vile microorganism.
On the second through tenth days of Christmas my true love gave to me...
...gastrointestinal distress.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
...one puking child.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
...twelve loads of laundry, one puking child...
Sunday, January 02, 2011
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4 comments:
Ouch. Poor you.
Don't forget 5 Sets of Cramps to with the gastric distress.
Ok, no bbq or bread for you. Shame.
Hope you're feeling better and being sickened by workload rather than nasty viruses.
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