The Grim Reaper perused his floordrobe (Reapers aren’t renowned for their housekeeping skills) and picked up a fur coat and popped it on. He then donned some white gloves his Nanna knitted, and rummaged through the pile for his fluffy bunny slippers.
Once found he shuffled them on, he made his way to the library where a roaring fire was waiting for him. He then loaded up his scythe with marshmallows and sat in front of the fire to toast them.
“Mmmmmm, toasty!” sighed the Reaper.
This is how I feel today...Like Death warmed up.
This would have to be the longest and most drawn out “sick season” in history! I know a few households (like mine) who have been constantly sick this whole winter in a never ending splutter of coughs and sneezes.
How has your family fared this “sick season”?
Friday, September 10, 2010
I told you I was Ill!
Posted by Voluptacon at 4:26 PM