Could the men in my household be any sicker? I don’t think so.  Beckett developed croup and had to get two shots in his thighs!  Now Basil is coughing and sniffling, and being Captain Shut the Hell Up and Leave Me Alone.

Me? I feel great. I was born with an immune system of steel.  My ovaries look like dryer balls, but my immune system is definitely the overachiever in this anatomy class.

Now that I’ve said that, be forewarned. Faith, if you’re reading. I’ll be calling in sick on Monday.  Nobody brags about not getting the funk without being promptly smacked down.

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