Thursday, February 19, 2009

And my sinuses are filled with pudding. Just thought you should know.

I've decided that I sort of DO like the Ginger Ale cough drops.
Of course, you might not want to take my word for it, since I can't taste a thing right now.
Can't smell anything, can't taste anything.
You could feed me chunks of tires right now, and if I was blindfolded I'd think they were gummi bears.

Coughing, sneezing, aching, blowing my nose so much it's red and raw, with chapped lips that are so torn up I feel like I'm constantly tasting a raw steak.

Not very good company right now, am I?
You may want to sort of back away and immerse yourself in hand sanitizer after you click away from this post.

But wait... after you're all germ-free and safe, go here and say hi to Morgen, who turns 42 today.

1 comment:

Da Old Man said...

Feel better, Janna.

I can't stop thinking about pistaccho pudding now.