Typhoid Mary

So I've been a little quiet- sorry about that. Jim's birthday party was Saturday, and was a lot of fun, germs aside. But the day after, my hoarse, raspy voice turned into a full blown cold/hacking cough, the kind with sinus pressure so intense it makes your eyes water and burn all day. A cold of the variety where all you want in the world is just to sneeze but you can't so you walk around pinching the bridge of your nose and moaning and speaking in the exact voice of Joey's chain-smoking, eighty year old talent agent from Friends and you're basically putting on a hilarious parody of the show called, "Don't You Want Me, Baby?"

(Extreme points go to my sister for telling me my low, raspy voice was a "sexy voice" and to my mom and MIL for telling me I looked "so thin!" This makes me almost want to stay sick. Almost.)

(Uh, also, my apologies to everyone at church in my near vicinity on Sunday. I know, I should have skipped. Am really really sorry about that almost comically loud coughing fit during the singing, which necessitated my fleeing the sanctuary and doubling over in the lobby, half-retching, for a good five minutes afterwards while my eyes watered uncontrollably. And a big thank you is due the elderly greeter who graciously, wordlessly offered me a cough drop. What you have done unto the least of these, you have done unto Christ, my friend.)