Random, fever induced thoughts:
I either have pneumonia or a hairball.
There is nothing more endearing than a man who, under the guise of “covering you up”, is actually sneaking the remote from your lifeless hand.
More basketball has not been the answer I was seeking.
I have achieved a spontaneous combustion hat trick – simultaneous fever, hot flash, and caffeine “flush”. Please pass the fire extinguisher. Then I’ll take a blanket. Or five.
And another thing…is there a difference between flammable and imflammable?
I spent 3 1/2 hours in bed with Dr. Zhivago and he wouldn’t even give me a prescription.
Do we have any ice cream?
Unlike chili, meatloaf, and goulash – ice chips do not improve in taste on the second day.
I dreamed I was ice skating in the spotlight on a frozen rink. I realized I had slipped on a cup of ice chips I dropped on the hardwood floor by light of the range hood (I did, however, stick the landing!!)
Why are my socks wet?
My digital thermometer just laughed at me.
I sure hope I feel better tomorrow…