I seem to have a bit of a buzz this morning. Kind-of a mild headache, but not really a head ache. I think it may be a cold of some sort, trying to grab a foothold in my cranium.

My runny nose is another clue that this headache is less likely hangover than bug or virus. I hope I’m wrong, but as I’ve blown my nose three of four times in just two paragraphs worth of typing, so I’m inclined to think it truly is a cold.

Farfanuggen!!!

I am less than manly when it comes to having a cold. As a matter of fact, Mrs. That Dan Guy takes great pleasure out of snickering whenever I do blow my nose. Snickering due to the correlation between my nasal passage clearing, and the groaning I do immediately thereafter. Like I’ve not so much just expunged loose mucus, as I have battled hoards of demons with a soda straw…

I wasn’t even aware I did that, until one time she just burst out laughing. As I sat in my reclining chair, weak and traumatized from yet another hearty blast into a Kleenex, I was puzzled by her reaction – heartless to be honest.

She responded by suggesting that EVERY time I honk my beak, I moan like a bingo player who ended two numbers short on his or her card. While I know that’s completely RIDICULOUS, after time you just have to humour your partner, and agree with whatever looney-tune statements that they come up with. Otherwise they never bring you your slippers, or your newspaper, let alone light your pipe for you.

The thin line a person has to walk, while suffering (almost) in silence…

Chow for now!!