There’s no way I got this cold from kissing my husband morning and night. His Airborne/Zicam/Tylenol coctail shielded me from any germs that would normally have transferred during the process.
It’s just as unlikely that I got this cold from my students. We all know that while they don’t wash their hands after using the washroom that children are the most sanitary generation and that I have nothing to fear by working in such close proximity and sharing papers and pencils with them.
Yesterday afternoon I thought, “hmmm, I think I might be coming down with something” and by the time I went to bed I did so medicated. So how did I get this cold? Why from all of you, of course! Nearly everyone whose blog I read regularly has made comment of illness in the home. Obviously it has transferred over the wireless lines and attacked me with brute force. Please, I beg you, leave Little Red out of your germ warfare.
I’m not really bitter. Actually I’m up this morning in very high spirits. The very first email I opened this morning announced to me that I was the coolmompicks.com winner of the Momono! Thank you, Sariah, for introducing me to the site — I’m going to be wearing that poor thing till it’s threadbare!