I went to the grocery store yesterday, which is a frequent but not especially momentous occurrence. But this was my shopping list:
Because my name is Sicky McGee.
For the second time in two months, I am wrestling with that unpleasant affliction known as “the common cold.”
(By the way, I’m not totally sure what the celery is for. Maybe I thought I would make soup. Or perhaps a medieval poultice sounded like a good idea. Who can know.)
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