Summer sniffles and sneezes found their way into CBXB’s mini manse this weekend…
Thinking that I was going to beat the snot out of a cold before it got the best of me, I turned to my old friend, vino.
It turns out that gigantic glasses of wine do not thwart off watery eyes, itchy, drippy noses or soothe your vocal chords that now sound like you’ve been smoking cigarettes since gracing the world with your presence.
Leaving my empathetic felines behind, I tried jogging the cold away. Until I started up the first hill of the course and turned into what felt like a two ton puppy with the drippiest nose in all of Nashville.
Prince B received his first hair cut with the bribe of a sucker.
Being that Prince B not only got to visit a stylist first AND got candy, Princess B went shopping and got a haul that makes Auntie CBXB’s heart pitter patter.
Wallowing in my whiny self-pity, Ted stonewalled me when I asked him to pay me some kindness.
I turned to a cinnamon shot Saturday night, hoping to ease my scratchy throat.
Even Cameron Diaz couldn’t believe I braved the polar vortex with my cold to see her new film, Sex Tape (wait and rent at home).
Knocking myself out cold with medicine, I was sure Sunday would greet me with a little healthier fun.
When I realized the sneezes were here to stay, I braved sweating it out at the pool.
Unable to keep my eyes open and fearful of passing out, resembling a drooling beached whale at the pool, I retreated back to the mini manse where I was finally given deserving bedside manner.
Proving that Nurse Ted is the cure for my summertime blues.