Twelve Days?

I couldn't find an entry in Guinness World Records for the longest head cold, but I'm pretty sure my 12 days and counting has got to be in the running.

The cold is my justification for being terribly cranky, but these are my observations on the day . . .

Obama, Bill and Hillary - stop snarking at each other. Your fellow Dems are not the enemy.

Rudolph Guiliani should fire his campaign manager. The strategy of waiting until Fl0rida to actively become involved in the primaries had ended his campaign before it even started.

I'm hoping for the first Super Bowl where neither team wins.

I'd like to lose weight, but I don't want to diet, and I feel too crappy to exercise.

Sure, it was after I'd eaten breakfast and lunch, and I was fully dressed, including wearing boots, but how in God's name can the scale at my doctor's office be 12 freakin' pounds heavier than my scale at home?

I realized yesterday that I didn't make as much money last year as I thought - I'd added in income for 13 months, rather than the generally accepted 12 months.

I'm glad I bought the economy sized Nyquil, but how many nights in a row can you take it before you officially become addicted?

And finally, no matter how many times I blow my nose, miraculously, I never run out of snot.