Calling the House of Sick

So this week, it's been Kleenex, cough drops, and NyQuil in our household. Mine was more coughing than anything, hers was the all around cold. At one point this week, I was woken up in the middle of the night by her cold-snoring, both dogs snoring, and my own cough. I slept on the couch the rest of the night. Things are looking up though and we're on our way to recovery. I'm off to buy brand new toothbrushes today [because once I learned from my doctor that bacteria just hangs out on your toothbrush and reinfects you, I was sold -- in much the same way I was recently sold on never ordering beer from a tap unless it's at a brewery. Ever wonder why you get huge headaches and feel like shit when you drink some cheap ass beer from a tap in some dive or at a sporting event? It's because they never clean their lines from the keg to the tap and it is a breeding ground for bacteria. I can't tell you how much this realization changed my beer-drinking perspective; why actively seek out and drink bacteria? aye..anyway, this message brought to you by the Beer in Bottles Association]

I'm taking a half day off today (I have a bunch of vacation time I need to burn before the end of the Dec), most of which will be spent doing some house cleaning (one week of sick=time to clean). I also have to clean out the garage and put away my camping gear (which I last used at least 3 weeks ago). Also, the Algerian Fool will be coming over to hang and drink a few beer/BBQ. The Agent will not particularly like that (because she's never forgiven him for getting drunk and naked (as he is wont to do) in front of her one time camping..I'm used to his antics and couldn't be bothered; he's like a brother to me, I accept him pretty unconditionally, though on occasion have to put him in his place). Anyway, that's my Fri. Good times!

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Finally, I got a call last night on my cell, originating from a phone card. The message was as follows:

Hi MyName, this is Annie. I just wanted to wish you a happy Thanksgiving and let you talk to Donnie. He wants to tell you about school. I'll be around all weekend if you want to give me a call back. Talk to you later!

WHO IN THE HELL ARE ANNIE AND DONNIE? I have no idea..I mean none. They clearly know me, but I am drawing a complete blank and certainly cannot call them back this weekend. How weird is that? I am not ready to admit my dementia just yet, but I'm beginning to wonder..