It’s that time of year again and it’s nothing to sneeze at. Just during the month of December I think I (for the lack of a better word) expelled more than my weight in mucus. Sorry for that image. But it’s true. I calls it as I sneeze it. Get it?
Oh, come on. I was never one to catch to many colds or flus. Never had a flu shot and never wanted one and I’m still alive, so to speak. Age is not a friend of colds or flus, and colds and flus are not a friend of seniors. And I’m sure I didn’t friend request them. I’ll probably survive, but I don’t think my budget will survive. Just the amount of Kleenex and toilet paper alone has put me over the limit. I wonder if we can get the government to give us a hike in our pensions to compensate for this. They can call it the influenza tax or the Kleenex tax rebate It’s January and here comes round two.
EMILE ( One flu over the cuckoo’s nest) FOUGERE
Articles like this and many others can be found in my books, “What was I Thinking?” and, “What was I Stinking?” found on Amazon. If you buy my book and like it please give a review. Thank you and Enjoy.
Leave a Reply