I've managed to find the silver lining to having this delightful cold of mine. As I walk about the house, already in my P.J.s at 5:30 PM, borrowed large ugly terrycloth bathrobe almost touching the floor, and the area between my upper lip and nose glistening with coconut oil as I try to stave off the under-nose, flaky skin dandruff that always seems to show up after a million nose blows...I'm apparently exempt from all requests to prepare food for others. One look at me and, well, aside from obviously not wanting to catch my cooties, they've pretty much lost their appetites.
Well, to them I indignantly say, "I'm pretty!"
No one is buying what I'm selling.
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