Thursday, October 05, 2006

Snot Socks and Stair Surfing

Do you ever have those days when if just one more person states the obvious you're going to crawl up on your desk and jump? There are, conservatively estimated...oh I dunno...say... 57 bazillion people where I work. I met up with at least 49 bazillion of them in the hall today. They said ‘hi’. I said ‘hi. Then all 49 bazillion of them said, “Oh…do you have a cold?” Since I work with scientists, let’s look at the scientific evidence shall we? My nose is chaffed, beacon red, and running. I have a box of tissues permanently attached to my left hand. My eyes are swollen, watery, slits. My normally melodious tones are now somewhere between Kermit the frog and an actual frog of some very nasty-sounding variety. I’d say that is pretty solid evidence. Yes, I have a cold!

But toward the end of the day, I got over being so cranky about it and got to thinking that maybe folks aren’t as intellectually challenged as I was making them out to be. There could be other, very valid, reasons for my current physical state. So, jacked up on a high that only the combination of a shot of DayQuil with a Robitussin chaser and numerous cups of green tea can provide, I started offering some other possibilities when asked:

“No I’m just allergic to capybaras”
“No, I just still miss The King….Oh Elvis (wail…sob)!!!!!!”
“No, I just shoved a bunch of beans up my nose”. (Could happen. You don’t know. Actually if you know me at all, you know that this could very likely happen-through no fault of my own or otherwise!)
And the ever popular…
(Looking puzzled) “No. Why do you ask?

Maybe it was just the cold drugs and the lack of oxygen actually getting from my mouth- where it all comes in now- to my brain, but the blank stares and puzzled looks were highly amusing. So was the guy who asked, “What do you mean Elvis is dead? I just saw him at Wal-Mart last week.” Gotta give kudos to those who are on their toes!

Anyway, the whole cold experience hasn’t been a total loss. I cast on a sock with my new Maine sock yarn on Tuesday morning because I was feeling sorry for myself and needed a ‘treat’. New sock yarn is like the prize in the Cracker Jack box. You never really know what you’re gonna get. It’s so exciting! What I got was this!


One ‘Snot Sock’ down-one to go! Here is a close up of the stripey- goodness.



Almost makes up for the God-Awful-Green-Stripe Sock disaster…almost. (Ten to one that those buggers will never grace my Mum's feet although she does now possess them!) My goal is to finish the other sock before this cold-from-H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks actually goes away so I’ll have a pair of Snot Socks! Make lemonade outta those lemons!

Gotta give a shout out to friend, Roy, who investigated the ancient art of stair-surfing this past weekend. Seems that in lieu of a regulation stair-surfing board, he decided to use what was at hand and try riding his tabby cat on down those bad boys. Rumor has it that there was a righteous wipeout at the bottom and he got banged up a bit. Kitty seems none the worse for wear. Hope you’re on the mend Roy! I know stair-surfing on the cat always sounds like fun for you and for the cat, but it rarely is. Make sure you have the right kinda equipment and a helmet next time, eh? Cowabunga Dude!

1 comment:

Elizabeth said...

Oh, poor cat! Poor Roy! Poor MollyBee! There seems to be enough misery for everyone.

I am finally finishing the cold. Not done yet, but the end is in sight. After about 10 days! Good luck with yours.