Letters to Flu Virus

Dear Flu,

You suck. You're relentless and harsh. You come with a vengeance, leaving me quarantined and isolated from the world, and leave behind a funky, stagnant feeling in my home. And you do strange things to people. When you infect my husband, you turn him into a "sad, lethargic, needy one who feebly appreciates Tylenol brought to his bedside every so often while he lays sleeping and sweating out his fever in the guest room" type. But when I get you, you turn the very same man into more of the "annoyed with me for planning on getting you right at a pinnacle time at his work" type. And for that, you are a twisted and sick little sickness.
So I hate you, flu. I hate you for all the misery you cause in people's lives and for that stagnant air you leave behind. I wish you would die forever and burn in the flames of eternal flu damnation for all of eternity.

Aahhh. Now I'm starting to feel better already.


So, I had the flu the last couple of days. It was actually horrible, and so was my husband for a short period of time. But when he realized he was being a touch insensitive and that contracting this virus was completely accidental on my part, he became kind. And thank the Lord for that because for a second there I thought I was going to have to wipe my nose on his pillow case or brush my teeth with his toothbrush.

On a happier note, Yay for Easter coming up. I love Easter. "Thank you Easter Bunny!! Bwaak Bwaak!!"


Peace, Love, and Flu Freedom