And as Daddio would certainly tell you, (if you cared to listen) I could brave an appendectomy sans anesthesia better and with less complaining than I do a cold.
I start fall to pieces at the slightest twinge of a sore throat or one too many sneezes.
I caught this cold from one of two places.
Marmie (my darling mother) was sick and sounding like a slightly feminine man when we spoke numerous times last week.
As much as I sometimes think otherwise, germs don't travel 3000 miles over phone lines.
So it must have come from the other source, one of my lovables.
One of the youth in my work program came in sicker than a dog last week.
Sneezing, sniffling, coughing....
"I caught it from my baby girl" he confessed.
"Ya gotta stop kissin her on the mouth" I told him with a smile.
"I can't" he said " I can't stop she is sooooo cute and her cheeks are chubby. Every time I'm near her I try to eat them off her face. I can't help it. You should see how chubby her cheeks are, soooo chubby and sweet"
He continued, "You know her whole family dogged me and didn't think I'd step up and be there for my girl. I've showed them. I buy her diapers and clothes and I even got her medicine for this bad cold."
Oh well, I can't really complain about catching a cold from a juvenile offender who has admitted to being a kind of father to his baby girl that every daughter should have...one who smothers her with love and kisses, diapers and clothes and calls her fat cheeks the sweetest things he's ever seen.
PS...Bob, thanks (and I love you) for paring (nibbling) these mammoth babies down to a normal size ;-)