Even during our phone conversations you will be required to wear a surgical mask.
You have the Flu?
Listen you sickly bastards. I have absolutely no tolerance for your illness. Do you think your little flu shot malfunction was by mistake? Oh devil, you have much to learn.
Let’s start with the basics. If you are ill stay home, you don’t need to eat so take a long leave of absence from your life. Wash your hands until your knuckle bones are only covered by one layer of skin.
You repulse me. Remember that while you cough and hack yourself to sleep.
Take note - because if I were stricken down by such horrid mucus and chill causing ailments I expect flowers, movies, soups, exotic teas, massages, and hot baths with lemon and eucalypts because if I get sick it’s your fault.
I feel healthy, I feel good, I feel healthy, I feel good.
This is my neti pot. You need one.
This is my favorite book of potions. Go get it.
This is Buddha; he keeps me in Zen mind while visualizing perfect health.
This is a little mechanical parakeet. She is very life-like and when her power button is activated she will chirp at any movement you make. I have sprung straight up into the air and landed backwards many times thanks to my children activating the bird without my knowledge. Birdie has absolutely nothing to do with you and the viruses you carry; I only added this photo to lighten the mood.
Go wash you hands.
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