Every winter, half the office gets taken out by illness. We call it “the Super Plague”, “the Creeping Crud”, “the Plague of Death.” It’s brutal.
Yesterday, I woke up feeling the tell-tale signs. Scratchy throat, low energy. Uh-oh.
But today I woke up feeling… totally fine! One hundred percent! Yes my friends, the famous Goer immune system, the same one that ensured the survival of prehistoric Goers, kicked in… and kicked ass.
So this is my post where I dance in the endzone, taunting the entire Team Virus defensive line. In your FACE, Team Virus! In your face!
Send your kid to daycare or school, and you’ll find out how good your immune system really is! We used to get everything Peter would bring home – I think we’re down to half now.
Yeah, we’re enjoying the quiet before the storm, I think.
Y’know, I used to never get sick, but somewhere along the line I guess I just got old enough that my genes think I’m supposed to have reproduced by now. (I suppose in the absence of contraceptive technology, I would have, many times over.) I’m actually sick today. I suspect I picked something up from my friends’ children. There was a party on Thu night at which there were something like eight kids, ranging from less than a year to about 8. They are not known for their hygiene.
*cough*
– To: jaybuff
– Re: *cough*
“There are some who feel like that the conditions are such that they can attack us there. My answer is *bring them on*. We’ve got the force necessary to deal with the security situation.”