No blogging this weekend. I have been struck down with the flu bug that is making the rounds here in town. It is as bad as advertised with fever, chills, muscle aches and the gift of the Stigmata on both palms.
OK. I made that last part up. But everything else is true.
I also may experiencing fever induced auditory hallucinations because I swear I hear chickens outside my window. But with my neighbors you never know.
Will return to this ministry as soon as the Tamiflu kicks in and I am restored to my usual state of vigorous good health.
But, as bad as I may feel right now, I'm doing better than Brittany Spears and her equally trashy little sister. As I asked a friend of mine earlier this morning, didn't those two receive any "instruction in the home" as they used to say? Then again, it would be hard to take away the keys to the BMW for doing coke and Stoli when your daughter is supporting the family.
Enough. I'm off to buy a small handgun.