Monday, April 7, 2008

I Play Along With the Charade

When we were on vacation, I developed a little tickle in my throat and a bit of a phlegm issue. On our last night, I woke up in the wee hours coughing unpleasantly. On my way to the bathroom, a trip which required an awkward slither off the end of the bed, a large chunk of loogie flew out of my mouth. This was totally beyond my control, and yes, super gross.

Anyway, it was dark, and I wasn’t sure where it landed except that it was somewhere in Dan’s dirty clothes pile. Finding it right then would have required turning on the lights and waking everyone up.

I’ll find the loogie in the morning, I thought to myself.

Well, of course, I completely forgot to find it in the morning. I forgot all about it until Dan called me into the bedroom with a horrified wail: “KC?! Do you KNOW anything about this?”

He was holding up his loogied ski pants and trying not to gag.

All I could do was laugh, really. Laugh and plead with him not to tell anyone about what I had done. He said he wouldn't, but he was very clearly horrified.


Tom said...

Awesome! I had a lung cookie rocket out of my mouth and land on the floor this morning. Kathryn thought I was choking to death. Aren't colds grand?!?! Thank you daycare.

jdoc said...

I cough things up daily. Dave doesn't know "what he's going to do with me." Obviously, there's nothing to be done, but he acts as if one day it will all make sense.