If this post is a little incoherent and rambly it's because I'm all hopped up on Sudafed Maximum Strength Severe Cold.
Which, I was just told by my 16 year old stepson, has the same ingredient as crystal meth.
(Note to self: If I live, look into why he knows that.)
I woke up Saturday morning with one of those über-colds with the coughing and sniffling that you think is going to elicit Code Blue sympathy but really your cough is just annoying the crap out of everyone.
I made a lot of phone calls, 'cause that's where you get the sympathy.
"You sound AWFUL!!!"
" I know...I'b sick."
"Oh my gosh! Can I bring you anything???"
"no...no.....I'b just gonna lie dowd...try to get sub rest.."
Then they tell you who else they know that's sick and I'm all: Can we get back to me?
AND I'd much rather have a stomach bug 'cause then at least I'd lose 3 or 4 pounds from the puking. No such luck.
So....I got nothin.
But I'll share a couple of pics from Before The Plague:
Friday morning we got SNOW here in PA, so I bundled up Flat Joe and took him outside:
and Friday night my girlfriends ended up at my house for a few bottles glasses of wine and I saw this the next morning: