Do you ever wonder how a head the size of a bowling ball can produce buckets and buckets of mucous?
Its a mystery of the universe I guess. Combine the gallons of mucous with coughing until hurling begins, a big crop of cold sores and ‘women troubles’ and you will gather that I am a very sick mother hen.
Cussing doesn’t make it go away any faster but it offers deep emotional cleansing.
Join me. I’ll feel better.