Husband is sitting on the couch watching Nascar because it’s Sunday and that’s what he does. I stagger in and throw myself on the loveseat with my hand on my forehead. It’s very dramatic.
Me: I think I’m getting sick.
Him: You catching a cold?
Me: I think so, I feel wonky. Head full of boogers.
Him: Wonky?? Ok, go lay down for a while.
(This is a nice way of saying, I’m truly sorry that you’re not feeling well but I’m trying to watch the race.)
Me: No, I’m fine. You know how you feel the day you catch a cold?
Me: Well, it’s not like that day.
Me: And you know how you feel the day before you catch a cold?
Me: It’s not like that day either. It’s like the day before the day before you catch a cold. That’s how I feel.
Him: Really? Go take some Nyquil and go to bed.
I double dosed the Nyquil and slept the sleep of ten thousand babies.
Scene Two: This morning
Takes place on the back patio while drinking our coffee.
Him: You feeling better?
Me: Yes, I slept really well.
Him: So your cold is gone?
Me: Well, you know how you feel two days after your cold is gone?
Me: That’s how I feel.
Nyquil has time warp capabilities. That’s the only explanation. Somehow I went from two days before a cold to two days after a cold. With the cold duration factored in, I somehow went from Sunday to next Saturday.