Creepy Bob guy

Boy 2 is pretty logical. He loves Discovery channel and all things that explain how things are done or made. He likes them to show a clear path, this is the start, the process, the end.

In the drivethrough at the bank this morning, he told me he didn't like that Bob commercial.

Bob commercial? Which one is that?

You know, the one with the guy named Bob that they talk about, and he's all happy because of the medicine they gave him, but they don't show how. I think they should show him before, show the medicine and then show why it's made him so happy. He just smiles a lot. I wouldn't buy their stuff just because it makes some weird guy smile so much.

Oh... um... honey... um...

He means this one:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81dMg6vvH5M

Ouchie

I have been dying people. Stuffed up nose, runny nose, felt like my head was going to explode, sore throat. It has been lots and lots of fun around here. Yesterday it was so bad my two bosses sent me home. After I got a critical online filing completed, but still, sent me home. And pretty much said not to come back today.

Which was good, because between last night and the night before, I think I've had about an hour of sleep. I can't breathe. I can't swallow, because it won't go down my sore throat and in that time I suffocate. I had a MOUNTAIN of tissues on my floor this morning and my poor nose is very, very red.

I gave in and called my doctor this morning. Obviously I have a sinus infection and it's not going to go away on its own. My doctor, however, is out. And the triage nurse who called me back has apparently spoken with many dying people by 8:30 this morning, because his sympathy and patience were non-existant. He quite heartlessly told me that they don't see people for sinus infections for at least two weeks, to be certain it's really a sinus infection. When I squaked that I would not make it for two more of this, he recommended Claratin D and nose spray.

Fine, I thought. I went straight to the store and bought those, fully prepared to be wasting my money.

Luckily, it seems he may have been right. I feel better. Not great, everything still hurts and is stuffy and runny, but better. I'm not dying. If I were a better person, I could have even made my way into work. But I'm not.

Length of a week

You know it will be a long week when your boss takes a look at the stacks of work waiting to be done - by you - laughs, sets another large stack down next to it and says, "Well, at least this week is going to go by quickly for you."

Also, you know it's been a long week for him when he asks you for an envelope while he's getting ready to go jogging at lunch. I passed him a #10 envelope and asked if that was the size he wanted. He answered "yeah, I just need one stuff in my shorts"

*snort*

He meant, to put his key and license in and put in the little pocket in his shorts, but the look on his face was pretty much priceless.