I am thankful for phlegm

No seriously, I am.  Totally.  Phlegm is awesome.  It lets you know you’re alive.  At this point, I’d like to thank the fine people at Puffs for saving my nose skin.  That shit might leave a weird greasy feeling on my face, but it’s a hell of a lot better than the alternative.  The alternative being raw hamburger nostrils.  Youch. 

Tongue-in-cheek aside, I’m gonna put a shout out to magical boobah juice in the hopes that it keeps little Brumby from getting the same extent of illness that I managed to procure two nights ago.  It hit me like a ton of bricks on Tuesday night.  Out of nowhere, I became a phlegm factory.  By the time I went to bed, my tonsils felt as big as grapefruits.  Fast forward to the next morning where I assumed the magnificent and lovely visage of Miss Death Warmed Over.  By last night little Brumby was coughing, and today he’s got a runny nose, too.  But, he’s still in good spirits, after having had a 12-hour sleep last night.  Go-go-gadget-boobah-juice-antibodies!!  Hopefully they keep up the good work, and he doesn’t get to the point where he feels like I did yesterday.  Cuz that pretty much sucked balls.