For the past two weeks I've been coughed, sneezed and hacked on.  Ugh!

The spreaders of disease and pestilence abound - and they have invaded my own home.  Yet, I have managed to blissfully sail above the fray - the hacking fray, that is.

Until yesterday morning.  Upon awakening - uh oh, what's up?  Is that a scratchiness in my throat?  What's wrong with my head?  I'm feeling slightly fuzzy and disoriented.  Uh no, there it is - a definite difficulty in the simple task of breathing through the nose.

NO!!  I don't get sick.  I'm not a sick person.  I get the once in a blue moon head cold, I haven't had the seasonal flu in almost twenty years.  Surely it can't be the much talked about, much dreaded N1H1 virus. 

So, if Ms. I Don't Get Sick is getting sick (thank you all you sneezers) it's time for drastic measures:  time to break out this season's most important accessory.  You guessed it: the baby blue surgical mask.  Yeah, I know they've said it won't totally eliminate the spread of obnoxious germs.  But I look at it this way - if I see you wearing one, I'm going to give you a WIDE berth.

And if you see me with a mask on, I'm sure you'll do the same.  Then just maybe, the pesky germs will stay a bit more contained.

Yep, the mask - the season's must have accessory.  Who knew surgical gear would ever be so in vogue?