Resistance is Futile

We are one week out from a flight to Rome and I've come down with something similar to but not quite as awesome as ebola.

Have you ever read "The Great Brain"?   You know that part where, where one of the brothers gets sick, their mom makes them sleep in the same bed so that they all just get it over with at once?

We're doing that thing.  I may or may not have walked around the house licking all the doorknobs and the toothbrushes just to make sure Paul gets this over with as fast as he can.  I'll even lick his eyeballs if I thought it would help him get this plague faster.

You can be all like, "Oh no!  So mean!"  But really now?  We know that this is going to happen to him sooner or later.  We're what some people would call an "affectionate couple" if you get my drift.  Resistance is futile and all that.

And we'll be darned if we're getting sinus infections in Florence.  Sinus infections belong in Germany!

So bring it on, ebola-like curse!  This week is the week of sickness.  I have declared it so.  I have offered up the lickings.