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TheHuckabugh-ugh-ugh
February 20th, 2008
Aches: Head, ears, back and neck
Coughing, sneezing, sniffling wreck.
Groaning, Mouth breathing, is Darth Vader in the room?
The Den a dark, Elmo filled tomb.
We all succumb one by one,
A green eleven on The Son,
Ears like cotton for The Husband too,
More sleep, more naps, never enough for Hey You.
Liquid decongestant and pain pills,
The old blue quilt for the chills.
Kleenex and Halls stay on the job,
On the couch, three puffy blobs.
The humidifier’s vapors try to sooth,
My hands on his sheets try to smooth.
Live on hot tea and soup in bread bowls,
Does being sick together bond our souls?
Have I mentioned we have been sick here at The Huckablog household? Even The Dog has a cold. We have turned a corner, finally.