Well in the spirit of giving it appears that I have given the cold I had last week to everyone who lives at my house. In other words, P and Caroline are both terribly congested and desperately seeking Sudafed.
And did you know you can’t find real Sudafed anymore? Even behind the pharmacy counter? You can find HEB-fed and Wal-fed and CVS-fed, but not legitimate brand name Sudafed unless it’s the twelve hour Sudafed and that’s not the same. I like the small red 30 mg pill.
I realize this seems like I’ve put a lot of thought into my Sudafed consumption.
And I have.
Old drug rep habits die hard.
I think my preoccupation with pseudoephedrine products is an indicator that there isn’t much going on here right now. Unless you want to hear about how P woke up coughing up a lung last night and how Caroline slept in our bed and decided my body was the perfect leg rest.
Or maybe I could tell you all about the upcoming class Christmas party and how we decided to go with the snowglobe craft and the reindeer food. Because that is FASCINATING.
Oh, we also took P’s truck to the mechanic on Monday because it’s Christmas and his truck has a sixth sense about inconvenient times to leak oil or transmission fluid or to blow the flux capacitor so MERRY CHRISTMAS, P! I hope you love your new return thingy from the oil cooler. FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA.
Let’s hope that’s the gift that keeps giving.
On the plus side, I drove him to pick his truck up yesterday morning in thick, dense fog like something out of a horror movie. Wait. How is that “on the plus side”? Because it was 10:15 and we drove right by a Chick-Fil-A and I realized it was still early enough to get an order of chicken minis.
P got the chicken biscuit. But he tried one of my chicken minis and decided he didn’t like the texture of the roll. I’m not sure how our marriage is going to survive. Maybe some counseling. Or some intensive roll therapy.
(I am just making this up as I go along. I know it’s hard to tell.)
(I nearly resorted to showing y’all a bunch of things on Pinterest that I like. I bet you’re wishing I’d gone with that.)
(Don’t worry. If things don’t pick up here there’s a good chance that will be tomorrow’s post.)
Anyway, after we got home with the good as ten-year-old truck, I realized it was probably time to put water in our Christmas tree. Which is when I discovered, TO MY HORROR, that our tree has already quit drinking water. And there are still twelve days until Christmas. This doesn’t bode well.
But I tweeted my dilemma just like the pioneers used to do and several people suggested I add ginger ale to the water. And so I went to HEB, bought ginger ale and put it in the tree. I don’t know if it’s actually working because the tree still doesn’t appear to be drinking water as of this writing, but it does seem to have brought back some of its pine smell and the branches look perkier.
Or maybe it’s just a placebo effect.
Similar to what you get when you take Wal-fed instead of real, old-fashioned Sudafed.