I Have A Cold

I haven't had a severe cold in about four years. Last week I had a fever for two days and went to work both days for at least a little while before going home and passing out. Not that the kids aren't used to seeing Daddy pass out, it's just that their weren't any beer bottles around me this time. So the fever breaks and I'm feeling all sprightly and the next day I wake up with a motherfucker of a head cold.

I'm probably the worst at having colds. I hate sitting around breathing through my mouth like some slack-jawed yokel. I painted my house when I had Lyme Disease, (although I was on some pretty good anitbiotics at the time). I ran the house when the whole family went down with the flu a couple of years ago at Christmas. They got better in two days, I got pneumonia. But you give me a cold and I sit there like a whiny little bitch, speaking in stuffy tones about how I can't breath and I wish I was dead and where's the remote? My wife keeps bringing me tea, which is very nice, but I guarantee that if this cold doesn't break soon, she's going to throw it at me.

And if it clears out my sinuses, I'll let her.

Hope everyone else is doing better than me. I know Maggie is. Wink-wink-nudge-nudge-know-what-I-mean. Grovestand!!