I found my way down the stairs today to collapse on the sofa when I discovered that this odd little creature had taken over my favorite spot. As I pondered how I could hurl him across the room AND lay down at the same time, with as little movement as possible, and still look cool, I realized how symbolic the moment was. I suddenly had visions of bug eyed, purple and pink microorganisms partying it up with my immune system and how, if I could, I would grab a hold of them all and hurl them right out the door.
Alas, all I can muster up is a mighty Ibuprofen that, I know, won't be hurling anything anywhere but it will at least knock 'em hard enough to cross their googly eyes and allow my phagocytes to get their sexy on.
