sickly svithery

trashbasket religion

So we've spent the bulk of our time off in bed sick. In bed for almost any reason is good; in bed sick is not.

I'm not going to try and spin our illnesses into a religious metaphor tonight, as someone else has already found an even crummier one, but I will say this:

    Blessed are the trash-taker-outers, for they shall have marital peace."

Which reminds me--tomorrow's trash day.

Excuse me.

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