I am breaking down and going to the doctor's today. I think he could use another payment towards that boat we've bought him...
Last night was misery on top of misery wrapped in a vest. Coughing, sneezing, tearing and stretching of ligaments that one should not have to feel to this extent.
3 in the morning dawned much earlier than normal, I swear. Like a whole hour earlier...strange...
But Brett found a lovely present for me which has made the transition from normal life to head-cold-heck a little easier: two-ply toilet paper.
An explanation is in order, me thinks. About a month ago, I left the daunting task of picking out the toilet paper to Brett, who then passed the torch to Cohen, who corageously picked a single ply (or as I like to call it, 'no ply') toilet paper. Being the budget conscious (read 'cheap') people we are, we're making our way through this. But awww, two-ply. It was like blowing my nose on a cloud.
Off to drink another gallon of water, with which my body will make even more snot for me to cough up, sneeze up, and drown in.