Skip to main content

Bad Medicine


I have a headache. Could be the rain, could be I am sleepy -who knows. So I do what every good American should do, look for drugs to fix me.

Simple right? Apparently, I've not been paying attention to what Mel has our medicine cabinent stocked with. I am not relating to any of the names (and it makes my head hurt more). All I see are acetaminophen, mucinex, and a bunch more I won't even try to mangle spelling-wise.

What happened to good old tylenol, Excedrin, aspirin or other names I've got a 50/50 chance of spelling?

how about Joes Headache Medicine? Where are the marketers? Who knows what I am taking? Mel could buy poison in a bottle stating it's chemical name and I'd take it.

I am sure the three odd shaped pills will cure my headache or quite possibly relieve my poison ivy itch... It's even odds at this point.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Ian goes Punk

It, of course is my fault. You could say that about most anything. But this, this is pure genius. Yesterday, he and I were headed to get haircuts. He says, "what kind of haircut are you getting Daddy?". I give my stock answer, "mohawk". He giggles and says, "me too, we'll be twins." He is smiling ear to ear. Next comes the part where I carefully extract myself from getting said mohawk. He says, "i don't care I am getting a mohawk." I saw ok thinking Mel will never allow. She says ok.
1 comment
Read more

Five minute update

Sorry, 5 is all you get today...ok at least for now. Here are the top stories from the past week: Thanksgiving. What happens when you don't see family and don't eat Turkey? Not so bad, sorry family. We had a blast watching the parade in NYC, it was a beautiful warm day. The kids and mostly Mel enjoyed the floats and balloons. We'll be back next year. You can see a slide show of the images mel took, far too many up to the right -----> Best quote at a concert, Best thing to happen to my brother in front of me, "Sir, would you buy me a beer?" -underage girl at State Radio Concert. Probably the last 18 and older show we go to. Save the security team, we were the oldest folks there... And FYI, Rob didn't buy her one, what a good guy. Then we talked about if we'll still come to these concerts if Reagan happens to go to the same one... We decided she isn't leaving the house watching some young girl crowd surf... Prickly Pear is out of the water....
Post a Comment
Read more