And then I caught a cold because some deity hates me and heaven forfend that I feel good for 10 whole days in a row. The God of Viruses, Pain, and Keeping Me From Ever Getting Anything Done is such an asshole. I'm hoping that I can placate him by pouring libations of Robitussin.
I've spent the last 9 days going through 2 boxes of tissues and making up songs. Imagine me singing "Hocking Loogies" to the tune of The Village People's "In The Navy" with a sore throat. And then wonder why my husband puts up with me. I don't know either.