Old Wives' Tale?

Well, my mouth has gotten me into trouble.

No, not with the eating of the 

Christmas candy, cookies, dips, etc.

(although there was a bit of that)

but with the kissing of the babes.

I have a nice, fat head cold.

Stuart has it too.

I have vowed not to whine,

but it is hard.

I am as sick as a man.

And that is sick to hear them tell.

Okay, I jest.

I am a bigger complainer

than my husband.

But, that is only because I am sicker.

I am popping Zicam 

and Dayquil/Nyquil

depending on the time of day.

Soon, I will slather my feet

with Vick's Vapor Rub

and hit the sack.

My mom always swore 

that putting it on the bottom of your feet

was necessary because 

lots of glands are in your feet and

it lends to a quick healing.

This advice comes from the woman

who told me not to sit on the ground,

I would get a cold in my ovaries.

In that instance,

I am not sure how or where

you'd apply the Vick's 

or if it would work.

I am pretty sure 

it would heat things up.

As weird as it may sound, 

I do put it on my feet

every time I get sick.

I feel like it might help

and it leaves my heels silky smooth.

That is so important when your nose

looks like Jimmy Durante's.

Takes the focus of your face, you see.

Now, to dig out the sandals.