So last Saturday....yes, I know, it's almost Saturday again. But last Saturday I had a little...adventure. I was not in the most stellar condition. I had been fighting a raging head cold and sinus infection all week long and just couldn't seem to kick it. I woke up coughing my guts out at 7:30ish and decided to go take some cough medicine so I could sleep a little longer. Problem: The only cough medicine I had in my house was PM - you know, the super drowsy don't operate heavy machinery after taking this medicine...ever...PM (Yes, Austi - that hyperexaggeration was just for you. :)). Solution: Take it anyway. How bad could it be?
Coughing adequately suppressed, I went back to bed for a few more hours. Upon waking up, I realized I didn't have my cell phone. I ran to the door to look for it in my car. But it was raining and I was wearing slippers. So I ran back up the stairs, feeling more than a little drugged, and grabbed my sandals. I was hurrying back downstairs with my sandals. I was totally focused on my goal and totally focused on not falling over. Consequently, I turned too sharply and ran into the corner of the doorway into the kitchen. This is NOT an uncommon practice with me and walls. But the wall spoke! It blurted 'Ah!' - like it was surprised I had run into it! I screamed at the top of my lungs, absolutely scared to death and leapt away from the doorway! As I leapt, I also registered...the wall...well, the wall was actually my roommate Austi. And I had just screamed like a little girl and tried to run away from her. The good news is I think I laughed so hard I got most of that blasted cough syrup out of my system. No more Nyquil for me! No, seriously - NO MORE!
Coughing adequately suppressed, I went back to bed for a few more hours. Upon waking up, I realized I didn't have my cell phone. I ran to the door to look for it in my car. But it was raining and I was wearing slippers. So I ran back up the stairs, feeling more than a little drugged, and grabbed my sandals. I was hurrying back downstairs with my sandals. I was totally focused on my goal and totally focused on not falling over. Consequently, I turned too sharply and ran into the corner of the doorway into the kitchen. This is NOT an uncommon practice with me and walls. But the wall spoke! It blurted 'Ah!' - like it was surprised I had run into it! I screamed at the top of my lungs, absolutely scared to death and leapt away from the doorway! As I leapt, I also registered...the wall...well, the wall was actually my roommate Austi. And I had just screamed like a little girl and tried to run away from her. The good news is I think I laughed so hard I got most of that blasted cough syrup out of my system. No more Nyquil for me! No, seriously - NO MORE!
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Hilarious.