Who gets sick in the middle of May?
Me. I do.
Hack. Cough. Blech.
My head is three sizes too big. I can’t get it out the door. Or off my pillow.
*sniff*
Who gets sick in the middle of May?
Me. I do.
Hack. Cough. Blech.
My head is three sizes too big. I can’t get it out the door. Or off my pillow.
*sniff*