Sympathy For The Devil

Have been struck down the past week battling the flu and being so congested that I have been hardly able to speak. So I went to the my doctor and demanded that he say it is the Avian Flu that I have been hearing about so much lately, so that I can be on CNN and MSNBC as the first person in my area to be diagnosed with the deadly disease. He laughed and gave me a shot in my bum and told me I would be fine. Heartbroken, tell him that I need some pain killers to ward off the impending pain from his needle stick and because I think I sprained a muscle helping my father build a deck around the new goldfish pond that looks like the pit out of Silence of the Lambs. (Pictures coming soon) Which is probably why when my brother was at the bottom it putting mortar on the walls I would yell down for him to “put lotion on its skin else he would get the hose again” all the while holding Spike in my hand . When he yelled up that I was crazy because he didn’t have any lotion; I took the water hose used to mix the mortar and sprayed him with it. So I guess playing with the water hose in cold weather is what gave me my current aliment.