why colds are rude

A cold looks at your schedule and to do list, laughs, and sets them both on fire. The cold is in charge and you will do its bidding, which is not much.

A cold doesn't allow you a moment of peace, much like a houseguest that won't leave, a person that won't stop talking, or someone who won't give you enough personal space in line.

A cold is an energy vampire, making simple tasks seem arduous and difficult. Get up to get a drink? No thanks, the kitchen seems far...I'll just lay here and die of thirst instead.

A cold makes you a pariah. People would rather sit next to a pile of dog turds than you and your germs.

A cold turns you into a QVC addict, but your QVC is the drug or natural food store...or both when you get really desperate. I'll take one of everything.

Since you will open your wallet and pay any amount of money for any product that will make the cold go away by day three, a cold is a thief.

A cold is a trickster and a killer of dreams. When you think you're getting better, you go to Homegoods and surprise! You're not. So you have to leave your cart full of dreams and leave the store. I had plans for those things.

Colds threaten you...if you don't be quiet and keep to yourself, they might infect a man in your household. Then you'll have to deal with the dreaded man cold while you're still trying to bounce back from your own cold.

A cold makes you more impatient and irritable than normal...which for me is really fucking impatient and irritable. 

See? Rude. 

What is not rude - my aunt Lori, who is always a beacon of awesome in my life. We've had so many adventures and good times together with so many more ahead. I love hanging out with her whether we're doing something or both just sitting around reading. Today is her birthday, along with my aunt Dawn & uncle David. Happy birthday triplets!