On Wednesday of last week, while I was still a disgusting mucous factory, my husband came home from work (as usual) kissed me hello (as usual) and said, “Happy two months, my wife.” In my Advil Cold and Sinus haze, I’d missed the milestone of being married a whole two calendar months. It’s funny because…
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The Immunity Challenge
I am sick unto death. As much as I realize my statement is melodramatic, I really do feel like I’m on the verge of the great hereafter. Actually, it’s possible I’m already dead and I’m writing this as zombie Kay. The craving for brains hasn’t set in yet, but I admit I’m short tempered enough…
Blue Speckled Pup 