If you're going to be sick, it's better to be sick the week before Christmas than during Christmas. That's what I'm telling myself.
Deirdre brought home a cold. She gave it to Maeve. Maeve gave it to me. I told Deirdre I want to give it back to her. "Read your receipt. No returns," she retorted. But having a head cold complete with stuffy ears means mis-hearing things.
Maeve: "What is a..l...mo..?"
Me: "Did you say a la mode or Alamo?"
Deirdre: "We're at h....st..."
Me: "Did you say holly stand or Hollister?"
Mr. G: "Can you put the s....... away?"
Me: "Did you say syrup or sex?"
I should have been able to guess with Mr. G's comment. We had pancakes for breakfast.
For Pete Sake!
3 weeks ago
The best thing about colds is that one can be so generous with them. My sister-in-law gave me hers at my niece's wedding and I passed it on to my friend Emily while I visited her. She was amazingly grateful...
ReplyDeleteBetween advancing age, tinnitus and the voices in my head I don't need a head cold to mis-hear things. That said, I do hear some pretty funny things every now and then!
ReplyDeleteFunny post :D but I still feel badly for all of you. Rotten time for a cold. With luck maybe it'll be gone by the weekend :(
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Now I'm in a rush still and heading back downstairs to cook a dessert for tomorrow's dinner party and then get ready for tonight's.
Ahhh yes, the lovely yuletide cold. I don't want it!
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