Tips For My Funeral

I'm still alive.

Well,  mostly.

Truth is, I'm sick as a dog and having a hard time overcoming the evil influenza.

But it's been weeks since I last checked in, so I didn't want you to think the family is prepping my funeral or anything.

(Family: If you are, in fact, prepping my funeral, make sure it's upbeat and fun, ok? I wouldn't be opposed to disco lights and funk music.)

Anywhoo, if you're here for a new Abby Gabs, sorry to disappoint. However, you can read this post about the last time I had the flu, and laugh about that instead.

Hopefully, I'll see you again soon, 100% flu free.

The Dirty Black Monkey Flu of Death, Part Deux

Apparently my post yesterday was a wee bit premature, and WAY too optimistic.


The Dirty Black Monkey Flu of Death is back, it's pissed, and it's taking prisoners.


Around 7:30 last night, as I was happily eating my dinner and gaily making plans for the rest of my sick-free week, I started feeling a little tickle at the back of my throat. I dismissed it as too much black pepper on my pasta, and ignored it.


Until, at 8:00, it turned into a full blown cough.


By 10:00, I was in bed, my fever was back, and I was coughing worse than a 3-pack-a-day smoker.


Needless to say, I'm feeling a bit like I got hit by a Mack truck today. 

Did anybody get that guy's license plate number?

And with that, it's safe to say I've used up my blogger energy today. In the meantime, here's a funny picture of my cat:

Yeah, it's a re-run from the comic strip, Special Edition. What do you want? I'm sick!