It's shaping up to be another incredible day here at The Outpost. The Governor has croup. He sounds like an asthmatic harbor seal. Suggested treatment? Keep the patient in a steamy bathroom for ten to fifteen minutes and then rush him outside to inhale the cold air. At least that was the recommendation last winter when we dealt with this same illness. Now that Mother Nature has kindly turned up the thermostat, I was left wondering how to include the cold air part of the remedy. Ah-ha! After sweating it out in the steamy bathroom, I wisked The Governor to the kitchen and threw open the freezer door.
Same effect. Although last winter I didn't have to contend with The Governor grabbing a bag of frozen peas and whipping them to the floor. When the 1-1/2 pound block of frozen hamburger landed on my toes, I decided the treatment was complete.
Now I'm going upstairs to coach The Senator on how to deliver the line, "Bark like a dog!" It'll be really cute when he says it to his brother while we're at the grocery store today.
If any of you are overly concerned about me spreading The Gov's germs...don't go shop in Buffalo, MN today.
Posted by Cathy at April 1, 2004 11:05 AMI hope the Governor recovers quickly.
It doesn't sound like he's able to cover his normal rounds of daemonic behaviour, though his voice may now be (temporarily) more appropriate to a daemon child. ;-)
Posted by: aelfheld at April 1, 2004 06:23 PMNo, No, this is my angelic grandson. The one that gets in line for hugs from nana.
Posted by: Nana at April 1, 2004 09:57 PMThis could not be the cherub who--at our house--asks to go to bed. Under the covers, he's so angelic that a halo eliminates the need for a nightlight.
Posted by: Professor at April 1, 2004 11:11 PMEven the devil quotes scripture for his own purposes. (Matthew 4:6)
Posted by: aelfheld at April 2, 2004 10:19 AM