For the second time in two months,
I've had a cold.
How can such a small nose create so much mucous? Eww.
Why is it that whenever I'm sick, the only medicines in the house are expired? Like in '08 for goodness sakes!
Why is it that 99.0% of the population can take NyQuil and go to sleep.... but I am like a yippy-wired- hair- terrier- dog who has snorted an entire five pound bag of sugar, and has it's eye's on high-beam, wide open so that sleep, sweet dreamy sleep, can't come within a mile radius of its being.
Why is it that when you can't sleep, the bed feels like your tossing and turning on brick pavers, but when you wake up from a good sleep you don't want to get out of bed because it's as though your sleeping on air?
Summertime colds bite.
Saturday morning I woke up with a song in my head. Now, this is not an unusual occurrence.
However, the song that was winding it's way through my foggy, sleep deprived, medicinally altered brain was c.r.a.z.y! Don't know where it came from, but... wow. Are you ready?
To the tune of M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E..... Mickey mouse.... Mickey mouse.... da dat da dat da dat da dat dat dat! (I don't know that last part....) But instead of Micky mouse... it was, and I kid you not...
S-I-C-K-E-Y H-O-U-S-E! Sickey house..... sickey house.... da dat da dat da dat da dat dat dat! Oy.
Now it's stuck in my head again!!! Oh, I'll be singing that all day if I don't find something else.... uh lets see here.....
Random favorite song from the '80s...
Wow. That video makes no sense to me at all.
This loopy post brought to you by: Tylenol Cold.
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