Sick As A Dog

I said this morning that I was "sick as a dog." What does that mean?  I'm home sick today and my dog is snuggling with me on the couch.  She is perfectly healthy and happy.  I'm a lot sicker than her.  I'm also bored out of my tree.  Just to be clear, if I were in a tree, I wouldn't be bored.  Actually I'd be amazed that I was able to get up into the tree.  But I'm not in a tree, I'm on the couch.

I'm amazed at amount of grossness one can create when sick.  I will spare you the details, but I want to point out that toilet paper is softer than Kleenex.  So I sit here on the couch with my roll of toilet paper, sleeping dog and enough NyQuil to to tranquilize a horse. 

There is nothing on TV.  They are running political ads back to back.  Why don't they just create a political station and run the ads only on that station.  If someone wants to hear them, they can tune in and enjoy them.  Meanwhile, the rest of us don't have to listen to the ads.  It's not like they are going to change anyones mind.  Somewhat entertaining is the update on the corruption trial of the former Mayor of Detroit, Kwame Killpatrick and $90,000 that was stuffed into a vacuum cleaner bag.  What makes you choose the vacuum cleaner bag to hide money? My first thought is a safe in the closet or a suitcase.  But a vacuum cleaner bag?

Well I'm off to check in and see what pain Dr. Phil is subjecting people to. 

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