Mister was very sweet to fill in for me on Friday wasn’t he? Sometimes Crissy gets tired because being the QOFE is exhausting, really and she needs someone to help out around this place. I make it look easy, but swinging jokes around like Holyfield swings punches is hard work.
See? That’s us together this summer.
As it turns out though, it wasn’t the jokes that made Crissy tired. She was coming down with a tumor.
And also her superpower.
Okay, well maybe it’s not a tumor, but it’s definitely Typhoid Fever Bird Flu Monkey Plague Superpower though.
Girlfriend must have brought some germs home from the dirty little mutants at preschool and it made Crissy die to death all weekend.
And she’s still dying to death.
Even my hair.