Do you think if I made fun of a billionaire that I'd wake up tomorrow morning with a box full of money on my front porch?
Do you think if I made fun of George Clooney that I'd wake up tomorrow with him on my front porch?
Do you think if I made fun of a big gooey cinnamon roll with tons of frosting that one would magically appear?
Probably not, right?
However, that seems to be the case with swine flu.
I made fun of it.
I got it.
Alanis Morrisette was right. It IS ironic.
A special thank you to my wonderful neighbor, Tawny, who has made all of my gooey cinnamon roll dreams come true. I found a nice pan of thickly-frosted cinnamon rolls on my porch with a note that read, "Because sometimes when you make fun of it, it happens. Feel better soon!" Don't I have rad neighbors? Anyway, if anyone wants to follow Tawny's lead I'm still hoping for a box of money and George Clooney. Anyone? Anyone?