We're calling in sick today.From you know, life.
Our throats are all scratchy.
Our noses are all sneezy.
Our heads are all fuzzy.
And these coughs - Oh these coughs! - they're going to be the end of us. We're near positive.
It's the kind of coughs that send the picture-perfect-full-of-laughter-five-bags-of-Marshmallow-Matey's-falling-out-of-their-shopping-cart families speed walking out of the isles you enter at the grocery store. Like just being in the same city with you is icky.
They're probably right.
We feel icky.
Anyone feeling inclined to send us chicken noodle soup and taco bell burritos is more than welcome.
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