Shhhnuuuuurrrrrffffffllllt!

That’s the only way I can even attempt to spell the noise I am making with my snot factory of a nose. I am constantly blowing my nose with tissues laced with Vicks Vap-o-rub. My nose now is raw and sore from all the action. All day long I’ve been on the verge of a sneeze that no amount of staring at the sun will trigger. Pure torture. Oh, and couple that with a failed attempt at a nap in the car at lunch, and just call me Mrs. Grumpypants.

But on an unrelated note I got an email from Todd today:

Todd: You’ll never guess where I am right now.

Beej: Um, where?

Todd: I am at the liquor store waiting for Dan Akroyd.

Beej: Of course you are. Where else would you be?

One of Todd’s co-workers had heard that Dan Akroyd put out a brand of vodka, and he’s on a promotional tour that stopped in Providence. Todd and his co-worker waited in line and ended up with three bottles signed by Dan Akroyd. The vodka, Crystal Head, comes in skull shaped bottles. But our skulls have a signature with a vague “D” and an “A” scrawled on them.

Perhaps when the snot factory closes, and I can actually taste things again, I’ll try it.