Children make me sick. Literally.

I'm coming down with something, and it's pissing me off. Every time my sister's two (admittedly adorable, but still make me glad I don't have any of my own) kids get sick, they end up passing it on to me. Hanging out with my nephew is great because he's just under 5 years old, and already he can bullshit like a pro. Having a conversation with him is like being on an acid trip through Disneyworld -- everything is innocent but oddly twisted and distorted. And his sister is the meanest and bossiest (but still cuddly) 2 1/5 year old ever. I live in fear of pissing her off. That child can SCREAM, brother! So I do love them, but my god! You would think someone (like a parent, maybe?!?!?) would teach them to cover their mouths when they sneeze, or at least not to aim it at someone else’s face.

Wine can be used as an antiseptic, right? If I get good and drunk, it could potentially kill off whatever this latest bug is that they've infected me with. Or at least make me not care that I'm sick. Let's find out!