I don't talk about it much, but I'm still dealing with my mite problem. In short, these things (I call 'em my "Homies") are still plagueing me - especially at night. I sleep in the recliner so I can't hear them scrabbling against my pillow.
I can't hold Dondra because I don't want to infect her (her immune system is stronger then mine) and I;ve been to a total of 6 doctors and spent close to $500.00 trying first one thing and then another.
But I'm not going to dwell on it except to tell you if you have outside pets and you have tactile contact with them wash your hands IMMEDIATELY. We've got cleaner everywhere in our apartment, because of the high number of flu deaths.
"Okay, where's the funny stuff, Bill?" I hear you saying, so here it is:: When I was in broadcasting, I wrote my own jokes and this morning I was watching "The Frankenstein Chronicles" when a judge was heard to say the following: "You have been convicted of murder, and you are hereby sentenced to be hanged by the neck until dead>"
Whereupon the guy in the dock says, "But only until dead, right your honor?"
I figure the guy must have been an optimist.
If you want to use the joke (if it has any merit) please do so with my compliments. I'm too old to sue anyone for plagiarism.