Tuesday, October 9, 2007

(self)-pity party

Mr.Q has kindly shared with me the cold that he picked up on the weekend. The cold that he got from over-indulging in the rock'n'roll fantasy, and which I, being the sensible go-to-bed-at-a-reasonable-hour wife, nursed him through. I think I have inhaled a lemon seed (don't ask - but - I'd notice if it punctured a lung, right?) And the fact that Mr.Q made dinner tonight only barely mitigates the fact that he is making me listen to Garth Brooks and Toad the Wet Sprocket sing country-ballad versions of KISS songs.

I have a very strong hot rum toddy at hand. I think I shall have to conduct some very rigorous and scientific experiments to see if it will alleviate some, if not all, of the above.


Rebecca said...

Seriously painful listening - hope you feel better soon!

Barb said...


I would feel sorry for you, but through a bizarre series of events, I have poison ivy between my breasts.

I never thought I'd say this, but I'd actually rather have a really bad cold.