Crunch crunch

I woke up this morning with my third MFing cold in a two month span. I already have a ritual of dosing myself with airborne and zicam at the first sniffle, but the sore throat? Is an a-hole that refuses to die. In my quest to find a magical potion to take away the misery, I made an appointment with Dr. Google and asked him about Sore Throat+Get Rid of+Before I start killing people. I found lots of interesting ideas. The most intriguing was a sort of home brew of cayenne pepper and apple cider vinegar. And when I say "intriguing" I mean "I have cayenne pepper and cider vinegar on hand."

I gave it a try. After all, tylenol, advil and percocet have all failed so what the hell. And you know what? Within five minutes, that bastard sore throat was gone. Like, magically. It finally came back, ten hours later. So I took some more and voila! Gone again.

The crunchiness. Is. Taking over.

On a totally unrelated note: Goldie has started calling me by my first name. I should have known that I would give birth to one of those.