Ok, so I have this cold that is lingering. As part of my torture, I find myself sneezing. Often. Lots of sneezing.

Now, I’m not one of those delicate sneezers. Heh.. sneezers. Say that out loud—see! It’s funny. Wait, where was I?

Oh, yeah, I sneeze like an Ox. How do Oxen sneeze, you ask? LOUDLY. Mouth wide open, inhale, exhale. Make more noise than necessary—a sneeze, after all, serves several purposes. One is to spread the joy around. Hey, if I’m sick, you’re sick. It’s a rule. Another purpose of said sneeze is to elicit some sympathy from you. So, while you’re feeling oh-so-sorry for me, I’m spreading my germy wealth because I’m generous like that.

You should also know, that presently, my dog is gaseous. Said dog is sitting right next to me passing wind in what can only be described as a purposeful assault. She’s fart-o-matic. I’m not sure why she’s getting even, but as everything is about me, let’s assume that she’s aiming my direction on purpose. This windedness of hers is making it considerably more difficult than usual to breathe. So one must remember to only breathe through one’s nose–which is difficult with a cold.

You can see where this is going, right? Because, eventually Ms. Gas Bomb is going to let one go right as I’m sneezing my brains out of my mouth. And, just as I take a big gulp in to let another sneeze come bursting forth–I get a mouthful of it.

Ach-eww.