And I'm not Talking About Pineapple Snowcones...

I actually heard someone sing-song to a baby today, "you smell like yellow snow, and I'm not talking about pineapple snowcones..."

I still don't know exactly how I feel about this. Bad about pineapple snowcones, I guess. I definitely don't want a slushy treat flavored even remotely like that kid...

Recipe for Pigpen Snowcone:
First & Foremost, you MUST have a Snoopy Snowcone Machine...

Snowball

Snowball by Shel Silverstein

3 Cold Monte

I am convinced that in the 11th hour of this cold, it has managed to reinvent itself and reinfect me, not once, but twice. Like the phoenix, rising from the ashes and then sneezing in my face immediately upon rebirth, this twisted, mangled, mutated cold has grown hardy and I am trapped in the hold-tight. I need a nap...

Cosmic Sneeze: The Phoenix Nebula

Cold Case

According to WebMD, Americans will each get 3 to 4 colds this year, and children will each average 6. So if I have 4 children, that means I can expect to have roughly 6,487 more colds this year. Hmmm...I may have forgot to carry the one, I'm on cold medicine...

A fictional woman once said, "I hate having a cold. Anyone can have a cold. I mean, I’d like to have a good illness, something different, impressive. Just once I’d like to be able to say: Yeah, I’m not feeling so good, my leg is haunted..."

Nonetheless, I am ill. I blog to you in spite of the vicious yet unimpressive cold that is now ripping through my body, inasmuch that, were I in bed, I might have said something like 'from my deathbed...' Unoriginal, yes, but still slightly more impressive than a cold. Man, this chair's really holding me back.

I'll keep you posted.


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