Monday, January 26, 2009


I have a head cold. Nothing that a few days of tea and sleep won't fix, but alas, I feel like my head is filled with great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts. It's one of those colds where you can actually feel the slime moving in between your sinuses when you shift positions. Frightening where all the crap comes from.

In two days, it is likely that George the Elder will also become afflicted with this cold. It will be blamed directly on me. George does not get a cold virus randomly from the external population. He ONLY gets colds that are apparently diabolically manufactured by me. Yup, I am a mad scientist who's only objective is to design and infect George with the nastiest little cold virus I can muster up.

In case you haven't seen this video on You Tube - - you need to watch this. It is called Man Cold. Hands down one of the funniest things I have witnessed. It is hysterical to all women. It is hysterical in that "been there done that kind of way."

We were in Bhutan a couple of years ago. I managed to get a nasty head cold and suffered through this for a couple of days. Those couple of days were spent uncomfortably at some 12,000+ ft above sea level and the nights in a freezing cold tent lying not more than 2.5 feet from my dear husband. Interestingly, when George came down with the same cold a couple of days later, he could barely move from the back seat of the van AND he was lucky enough to have to endure his cold back in a semi-heated hotel. When I chastised him about being such a baby, reminding him that I had had the same cold just days before - - he responded (and I kid you not): "What??? You were sick???" Observant guy.

Right now my voice sounds like someone who has had WAY too much bourbon and far too many cigarettes. It might actually be a great voice if I were employed as a phone sex operator. All that mouth breathing and everything. Oh yeah, except that I am physically unable to successfully pronounce any hard consonants. Drat, there goes that bright idea for new employment possibilities.

I've been talking like this since I picked the boys up from school 4 hours ago. Two minutes ago I blew my nose for probably the 20
th time in an hour. Henry finally just looked over and said, "Are you sick??" Smart kid. It only took him 4 hours.


Anonymous said...

I totally LOVE that you tube video. I've seen it a dozen times and it never gets old. Perhaps that's because it is completely reflective of reality. One does wonder, however, why men don't find it nearly as funny!

Anonymous said...

For the record, I knew you had a cold in Bhutan as your wheezing in the tent (and the bitter temperature) kept me awake all night, which is why the end result was so DEVASTATING on my system relative to the minor cold you had... ;)

...and luckily I was able to pro-actively fight off this latest attempt to take me out with your evil microbes...

George the Elder.