He has the flu. This picture is an accurate representation of him, including the bug in his hair and the purple booties. He has a stuffy nose and keeps coughing and coughing and coughing and . . .
well, you get the idea.
Or you could just hit the play button, the one right above this sentence. Just sit there and press it, over and over, for oh let’s say 8 or 9 hours. And, then you’ll have some idea of the unmitigated hell my life has become. I’m sure it’s just as daunting, if not more so, for Beloved to endure such coughing misery. But, I am about to go batty listening to it!
I do realize that my attitude is hideously unattractive, but this is about me. It’s my blog and I’ll whine if I want too!
I feel it’s much nicer to air my grievances and annoyances here, as opposed to my earlier plan. Which included, but was not limited to, throwing Wild Cherry Luden’s Cough Drops at Beloved and watching them bounce off his noggin.
Having plied him with anything and everything I could find in the old medicine chest, I’m hoping he will get some sleep and feel better tomorrow! Selfishly, I could also do with some rest.
My mind seems to lack focus, these days. So, I will leave you with this thought.
Editor’s Note: Please know this blog was written with tongue in cheek. I love you Beloved (cough cough cough cough cough)