hack, cough, sneeze, cough, wheeze, sneeze, sneeze, sneeze...the dangers of too much dayquil
i'm sick and i'm not happy about it. maybe it during the combination of freezing cold weather and wearing a midevil princess gown that lacked much warmth at trunk or treat, maybe it was while i helped a friend move his mattresses in 35 degree rainy weather, maybe it from a friend at work who's been sick for almost 2 weeks, but wherever it was it got me. and i sound awful.....which my friend at work so joyfully pointed out most of yesterday. while studying with one of the pastors on staff he decided to repeat everything i say in his best Elmer Fudd impressionist voice. now, although he denies it, this same friend is one of the possible culprits for my being sick since he's been sneezing and hacking all over the office. and you’d think the guilt of this possibility would induce a little sympathy wouldn't you? sad to say, far from it, and in fact he continued his burst repetitions during most of our meeting:
me: where was that reference?
diddy: id whadz whoamans eight thurdyish
me: so what is the point of the gift of tongues?
diddy: yah ed, whad id da point od da guft od tongues?
me: are you practicing tonight?
diddy: whad u tay?
if only i could remember some of the other ones because there were plenty. i think we did a pretty good job of entertaining the pastor we were meeting with at least. there was a brief moment he ceased from repeating everything i said, much like my 9 year old cousin does when he's had too much sugar, to ask me to run sound for him at an event last night! but as soon as the 'sure' left my mouth he picked right back up: "otay, i see you ad six thurdy". and you know, he was already pressing his luck b/c he went and got my comrad-in-crime's son before i could get him tuesday night at church. perhaps i didn't make it clear that i've added "hold my co-leader's incredibly cute son every chance i get" to my job description.
well, you'd think i'd endured enough wouldn't you? i did too but at the end of the meeting when i announce i'm starving, not that my rumbling stomach hadn't made tha clear the last hour, he looks at me and informs me he has one cupcake left in his office and if i repeat the act of eating his last cupcake, as what previously done to him, i will be subject to the wrath of blog retaliation. the last cupcake from a box that i might add, i bought for him on his birthday a few weeks ago out of pity for his traumatizing experience. i've come to the conclusion that he's had far too much dayquil. and although i didn't eat his last cupcake, i decided this was worth blogging about.
at least he made me laugh ;)
