..... and the only PRESCRIPTION is more cowbell!

I hate being sick. It has been a long ass time since a virus has knocked me on my ass like this one has. I believe now is the time to get a shout out to my son, The Bug (aka The Vector of Disease) for bringing this damn thing into our home.

My throat hurts. My head hurts. My body hurts.

Because his fever is gone and all he really has left is the remnant of sore throat, The Bug can go back to daycare. And when she opens shop, I will be driving by, letting him out and speeding home, back into my bed.

The house will be quiet. There will be no endless marathon of cartoons on. I will climb into my cold bed and pass out until I can sleep no more.

We are going to an outdoor concert tonight, and like hell am I going to miss one of the best things about summer because of a stupid little (bigassmotherfuckingpieceofcrap) bug.

(And for those of you missing the reference to the SNL skit, CLICK RIGHT HERE and it will be clear as mud to you.)

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