Loogeriffic!

Well, this nasty-bad bugger of a virus is still hangin' on, and on, and on... being sick sure is getting old. Ron's got it now... he's in the shower as I type this, coughing up a lung.

Speaking of which, I was in the shower the other day when I coughed up something so big I felt the need to name it. For some reason Bettina is the first name that popped into my head. It sounded suitably annoying and slightly bitchy to me at the time which is how I felt about the glob of goo that hit the shower floor with an audible splat. This my friends was the loogie to end all loogies. It was an arch loogie.

And it was the color of my kitchen countertops. That lovely shade of creamy, white-ish/beige-ish, 1983 formica that I really did not need to see come out of me. Actually it would have complimented our shower quite nicely and perhaps I should have salvaged it to use as caulk.

Perhaps I need to apologize for using the word creamy when describing my phlegm... I fear that may have been a tad over the top.