Dear Nasty Cold/Flu Bug,
You have FAR overstayed your welcome. You need to leave. Like now. You cause my chest to feel like needles are being ripped out when I cough. You make me shove kleenex up my nose and drink tea like a little old lady. May you go far, far away and infest all the people who have ever given me a hard time or treated me like crap. Yup. I said it.
SICK of being Sick!
I don't know where on earth you are coming from, but you are strange! From having lunch with a friend who has passed away to a friend I haven't seen in forever to 2 old men millionaires (I can't remember what THEY wanted) and a gigantic house....the snow, the germs...all in one dream. No wonder I'm tired all the time. Go find someone else to invade...I want some nice, happy, uneventful, restful dreams!
And just because I cannot resist.... (Thanks to a friend Doug works with for this one...)
Dear Dude Who Drives This Truck:
Too Sick to Laugh, But Otherwise Would