With each passing hour
a little more of me
slips away.
Replaced with a growly tummy,
a scratchy throat,
I'm ... just uck.
Z's home with a fever
boys are gonna be all coughing and arguing.
:(
Just say'en... tonight is not gonna be stellar.
I want to not get sick... sicker...
okidoki?
Can we arrange that?
k. :)