This cold is ok, but I've had better

After spending a week in Orlando, a gracious coworker of mine gave me a copy of her current upper repertory infection. This cold is ok, but it’s no stomach flu of ‘04 or even close to the self-induced kir royal hangover of last December. I guess what makes it ordinary is the lack of surprise. I knew that by day three I’d be incapable of saying words beginning with “n” and be prone to long fits of staring blankly. I knew this because I witnessed it first hand from the aforementioned gracious coworker.

But even by itself it totally lacks originality. Sure I’m sneezing, coughing and sleep deprived but that’s sooo expected. Maybe it could have me sneezing out my ear or bleeding from my elbow. You know. Something different. It’s like it looked up the definition of “cold” from some old Nyquil commercial. Which by the way does not act as the “sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, so you can rest medicine” for me. It makes me all twitchy and awake. Talk about false advertising.

But I digress.
Anyway we apologize for the lack of updating but Keeper and I recently got back from an extended tandem Taxidermy lecture series (our true passion). We’ll try and write from the road if our fellow taxidermist colleagues call on our services in the future.