A Seasonal Haiku
Muscle aches, headache and snot.
Influenza sucks.
Muscle aches, headache and snot.
Influenza sucks.
Muscle aches, headache and snot.
Influenza sucks.
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Did you get the flu?
Sorry you got the damn flu!
We’ve all got a bug here. First the baby, then the Kid, then W, then me and now S. Luckily, there seem to be at least two of us functioning more or less normally at all times. I don’t have your wonderful haiku in front of me just now, but as my fever-addled brain recalls there is no mention of the horrible sore throat! When I wake up in the morning it feels like I’ve been swallowing chunks of hot pumice all night. Horrible, just horrible. But the haiku is good, really good.
~Cali
cr*p! don’t tell me you’ve got the flu…
you’re a tough cookie and will kick some virus butt. feel better, take care, and recover soon, ya hear?!
OMG, that’s hilarious.
Of course, on a more serious note… you don’t really HAVE the flu, do you? Hope not!
Please don’t tell me you have the flu!!!