Tuesday, March 31, 2009

earworm...

For some reason, whenever I hear the phrase norovirus, I can't help thinking of Dire Straits lyrics - except in my mind, it says "noro noro, vaccine, see you tomorrow, my son."

Which is my way of saying I/we have been smote in a rather ante-paschal way. I'm about 12 hours behind D, so I'm hoping it's all over by the morning (as I have my final Pesach shop to do).

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