flu

When Ponzi started to feel sick earlier this week, I knew it was just a matter of time before my own throat was coated with lemon-flavored phlegm. Self-produced mucus, mind you – not hers! Oh, and “lemon-flavored” is always the hope – yet it always seems to taste like yicky-yucky. And so, as earlier reported, I can’t remember the last time I left our cruise cabin with a clear head. Seems our romantic vacation turned into a bedridden holiday all too quickly. I don’t want the honeymoon to be over, but I really can’t wait to be home again – even though I don’t yet have my own bed in which to sleep there (Thomasville has been holding it hostage or something). Call me Mr. Sniffles in the meantime, but don’t really call me because I can’t easily get to my voice mail out here in the Atlantic ocean.

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It’s rainy season in Seattle (we really don’t have a winter). That, combined with having black mold in our master closet upstairs, sleeping on a makeshift bed in our family room every night, and having clothes strewn about the house is not really making “home matters” any better for Ponzi and myself. The end of the month can’t come soon enough for us. Life is stressful, and our landlords aren’t making it any easier. Is anybody from Quorum listening – because if you are, YOU SUCK!

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