What a nasty day. What a nasty me. I am disgusting to myself. I can't imagine what others would think of me in this state.
I am supposed to be attending an ice show with my family to watch a friend of my daughter's skate. I really really really want to go. There aren't too many chances to get out of the house in my neck of the woods, so even going to stand in the neighbor's yard in the rain would be an opportunity for fun and excitement that I would hate to miss.
If my husband would carry me, I could go. If I could go for 2 hours without coughing, I could go. If I could stop mouth-breathing and looking like an fool, I could go. None of that is going to happen though. I'm just a rotten, stinking, hacking, infectious mass of kelp right now. No one wants to sit next to that, huh?
Perhaps if I sucked on cough drops the entire time, I could pull it off. But then I'd make those funny noises. You know the noises, don't you. Those gagging, gurgling noises one makes when they are trying to stifle a cough. Everyone looks at you thinking you are about to eject dinner a la Linda Blair.
No, I'll just stay here and futz about on the computer. I'll search for new blogs and contaminate the keyboard.
I'll check in here frequently to see if anyone has left any "there, there, now" comments to make me feel better.
Until then, its a bath and pizza I cannot taste.
Douche of the Day -- A two-way tie
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