Remember a couple of blogs ago when I said my kidneys would be screaming because of the Diet Mountain Dew I slugged down?
It’s happening folks, they’re screaming…a marching band is going on inside them…complete with baton twirlers, they’re having a real party.
Meanwhile I’ve got a jug of cranberry juice under one arm and a fist full of Tylenol in my hand. I can’t even bend over.
“You knew better”…says the hubby (hey what happened to that hair finger running through, towel drying prince I snuggled up to last night?)
“yeah yeah, I know I KNOW!” I replied wincing in pain.
Again, here I go doing things I know are bad for me and I still whine.
Meanwhile Howard really is sick, battling a nasty cold, so not only am I lugging the cranberry juice around like an extra appendage, I’m lugging Theraflu, Chicken soup and OJ to the hubby.
Please refer to “pathetic” comment also a few blogs ago.