...you run the risk of becoming a sneezy, clogged-up bobblehead. Which is exactly what I have become. I also blame my stubborn need to prove my female independence for giving me the great idea to shovel the walkways in my pajama pants; hence proving that if the Boyfriend wouldn't shovel that I could so totally do it without him. I had hoped to make him feel guilty, instead I gave myself the sniffles.
Did you ever see that Nyquil commercial where they are out camping and the guy takes the Nyquil and wakes up all happy and raring to go? Well! They don't lie. It wasn't until about 20 minutes ago that I started to get my itchy watery eye action back. But, thank everything for those 4 hours of freedom I still had leftover this morning... I love you Nyquil. XoXo.
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