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maystoneWe have this stuff around the house called The Killer Cough Medicine (TMDar). The following is why verbal shorthand probably isn't always the best idea.
Me: Can I take this during the day? (What I meant was: Is this going to knock me on my ass or is it a daytime formula?)
Dar: Sure. (What she meant was: It has an ingredient that they give to cancer patients when the morphine stops working, but since we're not going anywhere, go ahead.)
Uh, yeah. About 15 minutes later we're sitting on the couch watching TV when everything starts to go fuzzy and I'm feeling more than a mite sleepy.
Me: Does this have a narcotic in it?
Dar: (stares) Hon, that's (long chemical name).
Which is where I find out about the cancer thing and why I'm now about to fall on my face. Hee. It was a nice nap, though, and I did stop coughing.
The weather is the pitts. It's a windchill of -30C/-22F with blowing snow, snow squalls, ice in the wind. I haven't even stuck my nose out of the door (on strict orders), and poor Dar is once more the only one forced out into the elements to take care of the 'pacas. It's snowed every day for the past 10 days with no end in sight to that or the cold. I am so over this.
I'm not watching the Super Bowl this evening, although I may flip back and forth for the commercials. I hate all the hoopla; it's a fucking football game, OK? I love football, but I hate what they do to this game.
On the other hand, I'm counting the hours (2 3/4) until Rome comes on. I love this season so far, and I understand that tonight's ep is supposed to be outstanding. Why is this the last season? Why?
Me: Can I take this during the day? (What I meant was: Is this going to knock me on my ass or is it a daytime formula?)
Dar: Sure. (What she meant was: It has an ingredient that they give to cancer patients when the morphine stops working, but since we're not going anywhere, go ahead.)
Uh, yeah. About 15 minutes later we're sitting on the couch watching TV when everything starts to go fuzzy and I'm feeling more than a mite sleepy.
Me: Does this have a narcotic in it?
Dar: (stares) Hon, that's (long chemical name).
Which is where I find out about the cancer thing and why I'm now about to fall on my face. Hee. It was a nice nap, though, and I did stop coughing.
The weather is the pitts. It's a windchill of -30C/-22F with blowing snow, snow squalls, ice in the wind. I haven't even stuck my nose out of the door (on strict orders), and poor Dar is once more the only one forced out into the elements to take care of the 'pacas. It's snowed every day for the past 10 days with no end in sight to that or the cold. I am so over this.
I'm not watching the Super Bowl this evening, although I may flip back and forth for the commercials. I hate all the hoopla; it's a fucking football game, OK? I love football, but I hate what they do to this game.
On the other hand, I'm counting the hours (2 3/4) until Rome comes on. I love this season so far, and I understand that tonight's ep is supposed to be outstanding. Why is this the last season? Why?
