Lovely walks in the autumn foliage; big temperature inversions and exposure to the most deadly of pestilence carriers – a baby – have conspired to give me a whopping case of the crap. I am the perfect storm.
Apparently I drove Mr. Wonderful from bed last night because I was “snoring like bad plumbing.”
“Sorry about that,” I told him between sneezes as I was dropping him off at metro this morning. I puckered up for a goodbye kiss.
“You gotta be kidding”, he told me disgusted. “Absolutely no kissing till you re-boot your nose”.