I thought the cold was done. Kaput. Finito. I was misinformed. I woke up this morning and I was – to quote Will Farrell – “a cotton-headed ninny muggins.” I was in freaking La La Land. Eyes, ears, balance? Blurry, plugged, OFF. And I’m not sure, but I might have had a seizure this…
Sometime today, I got it in my head that the perfect graphic for the blog would be a dung beetle pushing… yep, you guessed it… a ball of pooh. So I started looking for pictures of dung beetles and then it struck me – WAIT A SECOND! We HAVE pictures of a dung beetle pushing…
Children are plague carriers. Mine gave me her wretched cold. But on the plus side I just got to type ‘wretched,’ so that’s good. I think I have mucous behind my eyes. Colds don’t completely knock you out but they do limit your brain power and as I have shit to do, this is an…