My crazy, OCD friend Kelli drove from San Diego to spend a couple of days with me. I asked her what she wanted to do with her time here and when her list included multiple trips to the gym, cleaning my apartment and math homework I immediately came down with a case of strep throat in hopes to avoid every single item on her list.
I forgot one minor detail: the girl is immune to strep.
Kelli has never had strep throat in her entire life; meanwhile I get it at least once a year. I’m guessing the germs are scared of her. I certainly am.
She still made me do math homework, but instead of a trip to the gym she parked herself next to me on the couch all day while I coughed and whined about not feeling well. She did not, however, do my laundry, organize my shoe closet by color, wash my walls, vaccum my stair, or scrub my bathroom with a toothbrush–so much for using her mental illness to my advantage.