Ugh.
I'm getting sick. Getting that asthmatic, high-pitched wheeze-cough. The kind where you can't have just one. It turns into a string that threatens to make you drop a lung under less than optimal social circumstances.
In other news, Pipes informed me that I have a half-dozen mutant hairs on my back. I swear I never had these before. Someone would have told me. And it really means something, when the mutant hair is an hundred times longer than the hair on your FLIPPING HEAD!!!
She has generously volunteered to pluck them for me. She's showing them to me as I type this right now. And I'm trying not to have a full-body shiver/dry-heave every time she shows me one.
Is this a part of the aging process? If so, I've decided it's pretty much over after thirty.
In other news, Pipes informed me that I have a half-dozen mutant hairs on my back. I swear I never had these before. Someone would have told me. And it really means something, when the mutant hair is an hundred times longer than the hair on your FLIPPING HEAD!!!
She has generously volunteered to pluck them for me. She's showing them to me as I type this right now. And I'm trying not to have a full-body shiver/dry-heave every time she shows me one.
Is this a part of the aging process? If so, I've decided it's pretty much over after thirty.