It came to pass that a pestilence spread across the land.
Mr. Squishy was struck thereof, and behold, his fall was great.
Sunshine was soon to follow, and Little Prince did not escape the scourge.
The NBC also followed in his brethren's path, and his lamenting could be heard throughout the land.
Wherefore it must needs be that we must partake of much medicine. And their voices are as thunder.
And I was much grieved because of my afflictions, insomuch my frame had no strength.
And it came to pass that the Lord stretched forth his hand and my posterity was much healed for the space of two days.
But I know of a surety that patience hath not been learned, for behold, He saw fit to let the pestilence return, yea, even return with much awfulness. And there was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.
And behold, my brain hath melted. Even so. Amen.
12 comments:
The only thing I despise more than being is sick, is my kids getting sick. I'm sorry about all the illness in your household Bex!! Feel better fast.
Hehehehe....I'm not giggling at all of the dispair in your house. I love the way you convey it to the rest of us. I hope for the sake of your brain that the brood recovers quickly and remains healed for many moons!
Maybe you need to put some sort of mark above your front door to keep it out of your house next time. As for the weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth, I think I heard it clear over here! J/K Take care.
And it came to pass that the woman of wonder did send forth thoughts of hope and healing unto her neighbor's household.
what wonder woman sayeth, say I also.
Does this count as my scripture reading for the day?
:( here's hoping that the pestilence passes by quickly.
my mom always said that the only thing we ever shared was our germs when we were sick. we've got strep throat at our house this week. sadly those drugs all look really familiar. Sorry something nasty has hit you guys:(
Aw...I really, really want to...I don't know, bring you guys soup or something.
And it came to pass that there was much lamenting in the blogland for the sorrow of this family.
And this, too, shall pass. Bless you!
Wo unto thy brain.
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