The Answer Is Two
The question is: how many boxes of tissue have I gone through since realizing yesterday evening that I was coming down with yet another cold? That’s right: another cold. Or maybe I’ve just had the same one all year long, and the random days on which I was not sneezing, coughing and hacking my guts out were mere flukes.
Hard to say.
All I know is that, if weighed independently, my nose probably contains 5 pounds of snot, and that no amount of sneezing or blowing seems to reduce what’s in there. Also, I have a fever.
Given how chilly it is today, that might be a good thing. It would certainly explain why my son keeps trying to stick his cold little feet under the back of my shirt. (That, incidentally, is not a fun way to be awakened from a nap.)
Anyway, consider this your invitation to entertain each other in the comment section by telling a good joke.
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Oh that sucks. Colds are awful. I’m sorry. I hope you feel better very soon! (Have you ever tried Zicam? We swear by it.)
Here’s a funny for ya:
A man enters his Vet’s office with his hamster. The Vet takes a look at it and announces it’s dead.
“No, I don’t think so” says the man. “He gets really tired a lot, but I don’t believe he’s dead.”
The Vet goes and opens the door, through which enters a Labrador. The dog circles the hamster, sniffs it, then walks out. “See?” said the Vet. “It’s dead.”
“I don’t think so” replied the man.
So the Vet opens the door again, but this time a cat comes in. It circles the hamster, sniffs it and paws it a couple of times, then turns and leaves.
“OK”, said the man. “It’s dead.”
“That will be $85″, replied the Vet.
“What???!!! What for?!”, exclaimed the man.
“For the Lab test and CAT scan”.
Bwahahahahahaha!
Hope you feel better! I got this in email:
I’d kill for chicken noodle soup right now.
It’s amazing how much snot can live in your head at any one time.
Barak Obama and Rudy Giuliani somehow ended up at the same barber shop. As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken. The barbers were both afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics.
As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Obama in his chair reached for the aftershave. Obama was quick to stop him, jokingly saying,
“No thanks, my wife will smell that and think I’ve been in a brothel.”
The second barber turned to Rudy and said, “How about you, Mr Guiliani?”
Guiliani replied, “Go ahead, my wife doesn’t know what the inside of a brothel smells like”.
You folks are hilarious!
My all time favorite joke:
A man walks into a bar.
Ouch.
Two blondes walk into a building.
You’d think one of them would have seen it.
Do you have any idea what it would be like for men if God was a woman?
We would still be going to hell, but we’d have no idea why.
Good one!
Your site is also very interesting, very calming effect just reading it. Will spend more time with certain areas. Well done and good luck with your work.
Dear Kate,
When sick, please use rubber gloves when blogging. I think I caught your cold! LOL
Love,
Chelle
Sorry, Chelle. Next time I’ll be better about washing my hands first, too.