|Seriously, this is a picture of a cold virus. I hate it. It sucks.|
Kind of like doctors and politicians. Burn!
I went out of the cold section and got cans of chicken noodle soup. (Come on, didn't your mom force chicken soup on you when you had a cold as a kid? Or maybe tomato soup with goldfish in it? (Bonus points for sinking goldfish.) You remember you swore you wouldn't do that as a parent, but you do it anyway.)
Then I rounded up with the cold remedy trifecta with a visit to the Kleenex department. (Who knew that they have ten different types of Kleenex's? With lotion. Without lotion. With cotton puffiness. Without cotton puffiness. Gold plated? Bamboo recycled hankies? Seriously?)
|I like this cold virus better because it looks all red and evil. Also it's floating|
in the air and ready to kick unsuspecting people's immune systems.
It's a bad boy virus and not afraid to let you know.
|Well, you had to know that I was going to add alternative dialogue that|
should have been in the movie but got deleted because of
Going through the line at the front was fun. The clerk looked at my cold stuff and the DVD and backed away from me. She also reached for her GermX. Maybe I had the plague. Fortunately for her I didn't sneeze in her direction, but I was tempted to fake it. (Colds make me cranky.)
|Hey, he was just a slimy fish guy with a need for a little|
friendly companionship in his big, black lagoon. It could
On Friday night I was sitting there all stuffed up with a dry mouth from the cold medicine, wondering if I had to rewrite everything I've written that week. (Writing while on cold medicine doesn't necessarily produce anything worth reading or even selling. It's probably interesting but I don't think the Bubba fans want to hear about cold-medication-inspired delusions of Bubba flying through the air in an antique, iridescent Chevy truck. Just saying.) Cressy invited the kid from next door to participate in their Friday night scare fest.
|And now I'm just getting weird.|
I should have gotten The Green Slime.
You can't say that wasn't cool and all sixties-y. See I have Pinpointed How I Became Warped or It Was All My Father's Fault. Then read It Was Really Mom's Fault Or How I Stand Corrected (Or How I Sit In Front of the Computer Corrected).
Anyway, the kid announced ten minutes past her usual bedtime that she was tired and was ready to go to bed. Ten minutes. Wow. The next day she explained to me that Frankenstein was lame because it was in black and white. Obviously a color movie would have not been lame. WTFWIT?
But the cold's getting better.