Toxic Mix of Disinfectant and Herbal Tea Cause Household Implosion. News at 11:00

These are desperate times. Here I am, up in the middle of the night (it is amazing how 6:43 A.M. can feel like the middle of the night to me) performing the ultimate act of desperation – herbal tea. I don’t do tea. I don’t do any of the hot drinks, with the exception of the occasional hot chocolate. This often leaves a hostess pondering what to do with me as they offer – coffee or tea? And I look at them with chagrin and think – got anything else back there? How ‘bout a banana smoothie? No, I’ve never been much of a social drinker. Though the other day I was holding Harv’s coffee for him, and I realized, that I don’t think it is so much of the drink that appeals to you people, but rather that feeling of holding a cup of something hot and steamy. It is amazing how I all of a sudden felt like such an adult. I think next time I’m at a function, I will ask for a cup of hot water to hold. And maybe I’ll ask for it in a Tim Horton’s cup - the ultimate act of social coolness.

Anyways, but I digress. Where was I? Oh yes…middle of the night, hot tea… and a raging sore throat. RAGING. It has been quite a week. First I had the flu – complete with projectile vomiting, cold sweats and projectile…well…I’ll let you figure that out. It wasn’t pretty people. Then as I was getting over it, Harv got it. Seriously…this has become the house of death. You can just sense the infestation of germs and disease hovering in the air. I think that I am going to have to hose the house down with disinfectant if we make it through this. And now, I’ve got this ding dang sore throat. I think that Harv and I are just breeding germs. I think we have officially become the germ headquarters for the city of Yorkton. The other night I woke up and we were sleeping face to face, about a foot from each other, just breathing each other’s air and recycling germs. I thought to myself… “Well this can’t be good”. But isn’t it nice how we like to share?

Well, what more is there to say about this? It’s all just a desperate plea for sympathy and maybe some more chicken noodle soup from my mother. And you all know how good I am with the sickness and in health side of my marriage vows. Yes…good times here in our household. Good times.

Hey – this tea isn’t half bad. Maybe I have been missing out. If I discover a new love for tea, will I think that this flu pandemic has been worth it all? Somehow I don’t think so. Ok, must go. If I’m up and miserable anyways, I might as well start the disinfecting process. But first I am going to hold this steamy cup of tea a little longer and revel in feeling like a grown up. A sick grown up…but a grown up none the less.