Last night I found myself trapped in a 1980's Dudley Moore movie...

We went to bed a little late last night, after a 3-game match of Bumper Pool with the Ghettos. The men ultimately triumphed over the ladies. We were - in a word - awesome.

Exhausted after such an extended athletic output, I fell asleep almost immediately. Until about 1:30 AM, when this recurring frog in my throat began ribbiting again...

And nothing would stop it. Trying to clear my airwaves by blowing my nose, each box of Kleenex I reached for ran out after offering up one flimsy piece of facial tissue. The cough syrup I guzzled only made my hacking taste like I was trying to expel a cherry-flavored hairball..

So, I got up, and went downstairs to make myself a cup of tea, and read a bit. Only by then nature suddenly called, and I had to make a trip to our main floor powder room. Where I promptly plugged the ongoing bane of my existence...

After returning to the bedroom and awakening Mrs. That Dan Guy again, I used my amateur plumbing skills to clear the clog, and then had to deal with some post-nasal drip from bending over. The Kleenex box offered up one flimsy piece of nasal tissue...empty!!

I went back to bed and fell asleep around three am, but I had considered grabbing a throw and sleeping on the reclining sofa in our family room. Recounting this tale of woe over breakfast, it turns out I must have just passed Mr. Ghetto in the hall, having the same slumber problem I was. He DID end up grabbing the throw, and sleeping on the sofa.

We might have had an awkward moment explaining sharing that sofa in the morning, when our wives discovered us...

Chow for now!!!