Can you be? I believe so, because I’m sick again.
Growing up, actually, for my entire life, I was rarely sick. Rarely. When I did get sick, my mom would nip it in the bud because there were seven of us in a tiny 3 bedroom, 1 bathroom house. To say that illness traveled fast is an understatement.
Obviously, she’d rather drug one kid up so that she wouldn’t have to deal with drugging up another four. Also, Lysol was her friend. Seriously, when one of us showed any signs of being sick, everyone’s sheets were stripped, rooms were dusted and vacuumed, and Lysol was sprayed. In every room.
Anyway, I’m allergic to marriage since I have gotten some sort of cold-ish type thing three times, three times, in the last 5 months.
I think allergic to marriage will be the new irreconcilable differences.