One does not often hear a conversation like this one my roommate and I had earlier:
"I don't think they have anthrax. They have everything BUT anthrax."
"That is so fail! How can they not have anthrax?"
"We'll have to get her something else. They have Ebola, E. Coli, Strep...[rattled off about two dozen more diseases]"
"Aw, sore throat is cute. We should get her a sore throat."
"Sore throat it is."
The inspiration for this conversation can be found
here. I mentioned to
orangenoslide that my dad had found a website where you could buy plushie viruses, and we decided we should get Morgan a plush anthrax for Christmas. Unfortunately, anthrax is one of the diseases the website doesn't make--yet--so instead we're getting her Sore Throat, which is huggably adorable.
It's pretty sad when you realise that this has been the highlight of our week so far.