A day or so ago I was attacked by the snots. It usually happens in late April, but since nothing has been normal this year weather-wise, I guess it makes sense that it is mid-June and here I am full o’phlegm. Delightful. Anyway, whenever this happens it goes straight to my chest and I sound like I have kennel cough if I were a large dog, maybe a Saint Bernard.
Today at work I apologized for the noise and then tried my best to keep it to a dull roar. At some point, I had just finished barking and I heard someone snipping their nails. Friends. I can’t stand the idea of someone clipping their nails at work. It has been a peeve of mine since the head of HR for a company I worked for ages ago clipped his nails while I gave him a report on something or other. I don’t remember why I was on the executive floor giving a report to the head of my division, but there I was and he clipped his GD nails while I talked to him. Asshole.
So, I’m sure there’s someone within earshot of my barking who thinks “will she just shut up”, but at least I’m not clipping my nails.
I’ve got the same creeping crud! I have had it over a week and I swear I am going to cough up a lung soon!