HORPY THENKSGURVING

Chris and I are definately sick. It's gross. I have green ooze coming out of my face and Chris goobered all over his shirt. We will be spending this Thanksgiving with a couple of turkey sandwiches and some Dayquil. Both of us are in the middle of painting our bedrooms and neither one feels good enough to finish the job. We are sleeping with plastic on the floor and garbage bags for curtains. The house is an armpit, but cleaning would distract me from horking up the world record phlegm ball I've been working on.
I DO, however have half my Christmas shopping done. YAY INTERNET!!