Dawn of the Dread: Someone call the CDC, the PLAGUE is here! :-o

Drama, intrigue, near death from tiny monsters, and soccer shorts, that's what the weekend brought.

I suppose many wives could tell stories about husbands who cannot tolerate the slightest sinus infection, much less the horror of a full blown COLD, but I could tell you tales of Asperger's and viruses that would rival The Walking Dead.  It is definitely the season for Mr. Cranky Pants Zombie to lurk and leer from under his blanket moaning and grousing at the horrible nose slime he still cannot properly expel from his nose (we call him Captain Nosedrool around here)...

Bear in mind, though, that I don't get ANY good information when these things are happening.  For example, this is how he looked at the State Soccer Championships (God Bless Top Soccer, they are such and amazing organization).  Can you even remotely tell he has the kind of sore throat that would make St. Francis of Assissi kick babies?  Nope?  Me neither.  And he NEVER breathed a word about it either.

So, the consequence of my not being an all-seeing know-it-all with psychic abilities and spidey sense is that he is now quite miserably dramatified about the whole nose thing and we are experience plague-level wilting and whining and nose slurping noises...

Gesundheit.

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