So why all the panic? Well, it all started when my little brother, Doogle, sneezed. Yup, that's right. One little sneeze and suddenly my world has been turned upside down. Seems my mom has this thing for germs - as in she's out to get them, and she'll stop at nothing! Mom is like the Arnold Schwarzenegger of germ-warfare (lol - get it? My Social Studies teacher would be so proud!) One look at those germs and it's "Hasta La Vista, Baby!" Only instead of a high powered machine gun, Mom's got a can of Lysol. But same thing, really.
Saying the F word in our house is strictly forbidden. Not that F word!! I'm talking about F-L-U. Typing it out with dashes isn't really the same as saying it, so I should be okay. Anyway, I'm kind of okay with it all because my best friend, Natalie, had the fl .... I mean F-L-U, and she says it was the worst thing ever. So if Mom going all Terminator on us is going to help keep it away, I'm all for it.
Stay healthy everyone and don't worry, I'm sure all the stores will be re-stocking soon!