Who's that knock, knock, knocking on my tonsils' door?
Oh, my...for goodness sake...could I possibly have the crud? Say it ain't so! I've held out through weeks and weeks of my precious students' illnesses. Could my body have just been waiting for me to let my immune system guard down so it could go ahead and accept all those invitations to be sick? I'm singing, "I feel healthy, oh so healthy," to the tune of "I Feel Pretty" to ward the cooties away as I slowly frolic around the house (is it possible to "slowly" frolic?). I'm doing it in my head, of course, because my family would be driven nuts by such behavior, NOT because I have a sore throat (OK, it's because I have a sore throat...).
So, begone all you little nasties! I mean, after all, there's simply no room in my holiday calendar for such silliness.
A lovely ornament (that I display all year round as I love it so)
given to me by one of my favorite people on this planet.