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A summer cold is a nasty animal.
well, I have a cold and I feel sorry for myself, so I ordered and paid (double) online a hawaiian barbecue chicken pizza delivery that will be here in 45 minutes; since I think this is just about the end of civilization anyway, don’t you imagine there should be some way I don’t have to get out of bed to answer the door?
Proof: The common cold virus.
When you’re the only one in the family without a cold, everyone else hangs upon your every sneeze, in the perverse hope you will soon be joining them in their misery.
Dammit, if I’ve picked up another cold, heads will roll!
“You’re getting colds this season because you didn’t get a flu shot like Bunny and I did,” said my husband complacently, a moment before the Great Head Swat.
The fifth day of a cold is when the phlegm in the sinuses and throat takes on a gelatinous quality.
Last night as I watched an ad reminding people to cover their mouths when they cough, I wondered “Who on Earth is this for?” until I ended up sitting next to a woman and her 12 year old son who apparently had not only a cold, but a religious obligation to sneeze on the nearest Jew, being me, without covering his mouth.
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