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I Have to Sneeze – Where’s the Bushmills!?

An interesting article came across my newsfeed earlier today and I thought I would do my neighborly duty and share it round, as I figured it might just be of interest to some of you as well. Especially anyone who is all science-y, or just plain likes a shot or two of some good Jameson or Bushmills now and again who happens to have a nasty cold at the moment. See?  Here I am looking out for you in your moment of sickness.

From the article: “There’s no real cure for the common cold, but a little bit of whiskey could offer some relief.”

And while some people who shall remain nameless, MomDude (who writes a heck of a blog by the way), may think I have some slight…umm…issues… emanating from my liquor cabinet (said opinion based solely on the fact that my elusive soulmate and I so obviously share a love for the finer things in life…wherever he might be), the below article validates what I’ve known all along.  Which is basically — I knew there was a darn good reason to keep whiskey in the house.

I mean, really.  Who am I to argue with science?

Hmmm…I think I feel a bout of the sniffles coming on.  Better get some ice.

 

“Drinking A Little Whiskey Might Actually Help Relieve Cold Symptoms” click photo to read the article at The Huffington Post!

“Drinking A Little Whiskey Might Actually Help Relieve Cold Symptoms”  —  click the photo to read this oh so helpful article at    The Huffington Post!

Parenting Styles

Not exactly the best parenting technique in the world, but I’ve never been one to be able to contain my sense of humor…and it’s very difficult to give a stern lecture or punishment when you’re giggling or outright laughing at something your children have done or said. Worse yet, when it involves the very kind of sarcasm that so often falls out of your very own mouth and so you “get it.” Even worse yet is when you hear said sarcasm repeated to you via an authority figure such as a principal or teacher or other parent during a meeting to discuss the troublemaker (aka your intelligently witty impertinent child) and you have to suck it up and be a “responsible parent” until you can get to the car where you can finally, and with relief, let out the laughter or have that vehement shaking of the head moment (not at the child mind you, but at whomever the sarcasm had been directed to) that has been bubbling to the surface the entire time.

Parenting is tough.  Ugh.

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Laundry Woes

And here I thought they all had such a strong relationship…they were always so matchy matchy out in public and goodness knows they were forever clinging together in the darkness of the deepest drawers doing sock things.

 

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