I’m sick. I have a cold. Not a big deal, just a cold. But I’ve become a cold wimp. Something about not being able to breathe properly just knocks the wind out of my sails these days. Pseudoephedrine doesn’t help, and the only adult Benadryl I have expired seven years ago, so I guess I’ll skip that. Not enough left in the kids’ bottle to do much to me. Too bad really, I would enjoy the sleep.
And the limited cable folks don’t even have the decency to be airing any good info-mercials. Don’t they know that I am most vulnerable to their marketing ploys when I am not feeling well? How many times have I come *this* close to purchasing Windsor Pilates and The Bean? If they only knew. It wouldn’t take much and I’d be on the phone purchasing the latest and greatest in fitness: Fluidity.
But no, they’re not even trying. So I’m half watching Bridges of Madison County. Late middle-aged lust. Blah. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by the fact that this is a s-l-o-w movie. Ahhh! Clint Eastwood in a bathtub! I didn’t need that, really. Don’t they know I’m already sick?!?
Hmmmm . . . anybody have any experience with Sheer Cover? I’m not as insecure about my skin as I am about other aspects of my physical appearance, but this stuff looks interesting. I don’t think I’m that sick, though.
Maybe I do need regular cable or satellite television. And maybe I do need to go chug the 1/2 tsp of children’s Benadryl that’s left in the bottle. My teeth hurt.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.