Sniffles

Just call me Sniffles the Monkey.

This sinus infection has reached the point where I'm pretty much willing to try anything for relief. Beyond the horking up a lung and the inability to breathe, I hate that my sniffer is off. I wander the house looking for the source of the odd smells I think I smell . . . and I have a hard time cooking when I can't smell properly.

Tonight I made the killer spinach salad with the hot pepper jelly vinegarette . . . and thought the dressing lacked pop . . . until I saw the beads of sweat on the Phenom's noggin.

I want my nose back!!!!! This must be some sick karma payback for playing "I got your nose" with a small child last week.