I need a bubble.
Like a big bubble for me to live in.
Why?
Both the teens went to school, and both the teens came right back home.
Ok, not right away, Mark made it to about 8:30am, and Sebastian made it until about 10am.
They are both coughing, sneezing, feverish, and miserable.
Time to dose them up with Nyquil and Tylenol, and keep them the hell away from me.
Maybe stick them on some Branson lots out in the middle of nowhere so I don't catch it.
They can live in the bubble, I have stuff to do.
I swear, if I get sick again, I'm gonna be super pissed.
I can't stand getting sick all the time, and having to deal with new sickness aches and pains, along with my already have aches and pains.
Damn it.
I was really hoping this thing wasn't going to spread around amongst us.
