I would like to blame the cotton in my brain on the barometric pressure from Hurricane Earl.
He's speeding towards NC as I type.
I'm usually like one of those little old men sitting on a bench in front of the gas station in a small town. When bad weather is coming, my body begins to creak and moan. I get a headache and my bursitis acts up. (Don't really know what the heck that means, but it always sounds good.)
Although my head pain is a good indicator of whether or not it's going to rain,
I can't blame this crud on Earl.
I am blaming this one on Dan/Daddy.
He took me away for our anniversary, gave me the new watch I've been needing and wanting...
and a cold.
A doozy of a cold.
All week long, Dan/Daddy has proclaiming the cure-all wonders of "Airborne." He's been chugging it since Monday. (And he's still sick.) He should be the annoying spokesperson in the commercial.
He tells me to take it as soon as I start feeling bad. Which I did. And I immediately felt worse.
Nasty stuff. And it didn't stop the cold from coming.
Last night, I took 2 Benadryl tablets, thinking it would at least knock me out.
Nope.
I tossed and turned and mouth-breathed.
I hate mouth-breathers... especially when I am one of them.
This morning, the boy sneezed about 7 times into his breakfast.
The family that stays congested...
Stays together.
And congested.
Be safe East Coast!
1 comment:
Ah man! Summer colds are the pits. I hope all of you feel better soon.
The DBH family is sharing a cold as well... except for me. Which means immediately after I publish this comment, I will start coughing and sniffing because I proclaimed myself cold-free.
Have a great week!
Oh, and what time is it? ;) The new watch sounds nice.
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