I have a cold. I may as well admit it.
For two days I've been in denial, blaming renovation dust and basement furniture-moving. I'm sure those things haven't helped, but it's time to face facts and place the blame where it really belongs.
Sniffly, runny, congested, cranky, stuffed-up torture. That's what a cold is. You know what I mean. When you have to stuff your nostrils with kleenex just to get to sleep, but won't admit it the next morning. (Not that I'd know, of course! :P) And to top it off, you are both the contentious woman and the continual dripping mentioned in Proverbs 27:15.
Yes, I hate having a cold.
But at least I got a blog entry out of it, which goes to prove that there's some good in every situation.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaachoooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!
*sniff*
