Me: “I have a great immune system. The greatest ever.”

Me: “Chris had the flu and I didn’t catch it from him. Maybe I’m like, the one person who is immune from the H1N1 flu. I’m awesome.”

Me: “I’ll let people who really need the vaccine go and take it.”

Me: “I don’t even need to take Airborne when boarding a plane. I’m invincible.”

Me: “Pack the Nyquil and Dayquil. We won’t need it.”

Me: “Is it cold in here?”

Me: “Hmm…I guess the allergies are kicking in this morbing. I feel a libble stubpted up.”

Me: “I might’ve eaben too many spring rolls yesterday and have ‘yeet hay’. My throat sure is sore from it.”

Me: “What’s with this cough? It doesn’t seeb to stob!”

Me: “Ugh. Every timeb I sneeze I feel like by brains are gonna comb outta by nose.”

Me: “Where’s the Nyquil?! I NEED IT!”

Lo and behold, in the one cabinet we had not packed, were these two magnificent bottles.

I’ll let my husband off the hook for not listening to me this timeb.