Remember the bit about “Spouse on the couch…oozing phlegm” from yesterday?
Well, apparently, I’m a quick learner. I too can ooze phlegm. Only problem is, I can’t stay at home. I have a day-long series of meetings set up to prepare for some things at work that are starting Friday, and then those things are starting on Friday and going for the next two weeks.
Bottom line: although I would dearly love to be sitting on the couch under nineteen pounds of blankets, inhaling chicken soup like it was oxygen, and although I may have been babbling about philosophy
Wendel Wouldn't Lay Down for no Cold
to Buddy Hackett last night in a feverish hallucination, I can’t give in to the illness.
I need to channel the spirit of Wendel.
You give that cold the blizzard of punches, jr. Wait, that might not be helpful, unless you like phlegm mixed with gushing nasal blood.