The one that sometimes is just a tickle...and sometimes you can't stop.
Then you cough so much you sneeze.
And then your nose runs.
The cough that keeps you up at night.
And you worry that you're keeping your husband up, so you sneak out to the couch.
But then the dog follows you. Because he feels like it's his duty to lick you every time you cough.
Such a good dog.
I felt better yesterday when I went to Costco.
Costco almost always sucks...except yesterday there was a little girl in the seafood section,
poking and poking and poking a crab. Her dad was trying to stop the poking, all the while being very
patient with her questions. She was genuinely distressed...
"Why did they kill this crab?! Why did they kill this crab?!" Poke. Poke. Poke.
And finally, and randomly... Belle got herself a checking account yesterday. Complete with debit card.
And I may or may not have heard her singing the theme song from the Pull-Ups commercial,
"I'm a big kid now!"