Beware the six pack

I must say, I was totally caught off guard by this.

Usually I get a nasty cold in October, I sound like a scary old man back from the grave and then I get over it. Then that’s it. Sometimes I get a sniffle or something, but you can count on me for a good cold every late fall and then I move on with my life.

It used to be that every time I went home to visit my parents and sisters and their kids, I’d catch some heinous thing. Every single time.

Those kids are like biological weapons.

But then they got older and I stopped catching stuff from then. But then the new batch came and now that there are six children of varying ages that all demand attention and affection. And God help me, I try to deliver. Unfortunately, two of them threw up on me (well spit up – but what’s the difference?) and one blew giant snot bubbles at me.

So for the first time in several years, I have caught something from the children. The six pack was no match for my immune system.

To that end, I have avoided speaking because my throat hurts. My head is throbbing and I haven’t gotten any of the 9 kinds of cold medicine in my house to take the edge off of that. On the bright side, I’m enjoying some quality TV time – yesterday I watched Robocop and Cobra.

Both are excellent films for watching while sick and possibly under the influence of powerful cold medicine. I found them both hilarious and lacking in plot, but not lacking in the shooting and blowing up of things/people.

This morning I watched the last half of Flowers in the Attic and then napped until I started watching a little mini-marathon of Skulls movies. So many bad movies, so little time.

Sorry for the most boring entry since that one I wrote about the cat.