Just to let you know...I'm knocked out with some kind of weaponized supercold. As soon as I can sit up with out feeling I have broken glass in my head I'll be around to visit blogs. The sound of an envelope opening kills me. Totally couldn't do Thursday Thirteen yesterday. Stagg got home from work last night and found me all feverish and delirious and he jumped into doctor mode.
We didn't have any provisions in the house. You know, now I know why my grandparents had so many drugs in their medicine chest. I always thought they were nuts with jars and jars of pills. And if anyone was feeling anything my grandfather would start grinding pills or mixing up a gingerale concoction with some expired prescription.
I used to tease my grandfather about this but now I kind of get it. Yesterday I managed to find some Tylenol...it was past it's half life but I took it anyways. Stagg totally compensated he ran to the store and came home with 500 Advils I've never seen a bottle of pills this big...where did he go? Cosco? Only in America! He got about 200 Ricola which I am basically living on.
Later...and I hope no one else gets this evil cold...