As I lay on my flu-ridden deathbed yesterday my friend Missy called. Of course I had to fill her in on the latest saga involving illness in this house. We (my older son and I) seem to have strep, the flu, various esophagus issues that have required surgery lately....you know the usual.
So instead of running over with some home made soup....she says, "I think you need some Clorox wipes....did you fire your housekeeper?........" That's what friends are for.
So now I'm all delirious with the images of disgusting germs invading my home, I got up and started scrubbing every surface not with sweet and gentle Mrs. Meyers, but hardcore Clorox. It was a lovely sight, I was all sweaty and shaky and red faced but my house is clean d*&^ it! My husband caught a glimpse (is that a word?) and says. "do you feel okay......you don't look good."
I went right back to bed after that. I'm still waiting for that chicken soup Miss.