If you can't laugh at your family, who else can you laugh at?

My entire family is sick, thanks to the snot-nosed, here-let-me-throw-up-on-you children that my mom sees in the pediatrician's office where she works. We are all congested to the brim...I'd like to think that we have become one big, gooey loogie.

With four people sick in one house with the SAME thing, certain household materials that would normally bring one person relief have become rare, precious commodities. Namely, tea, honey, and COUGH DROPS.

My brother and I got into a huge fight over who ate the last one (it was me, but who needs to know?!). And the second my mom found three cough drops hidden in the basket of crap lying next to her bed, we were ready to engage in a no holds-barred fight to the death for them.

Instead, we exchanged cough drops for the completion of various household chores. While I was scrambling to think of something, I calmly handed over my prized cough drop to my mother...once she reminded me that SHE had been the one to pick up my dog's poop after he shat all over the kitchen this morning while I left for work, laughing.

My mom, she wins. As for me, I'm just glad to see that in the midst of all this studying and guard rehearsing (not to mention missing an unnamed redhead who is probably relaxed as all hell at a freaking vineyard right now), I can still find some time to laugh. And write.

I am off to find some more buried treasure (read: red cherry cough drops).