For years now, I have thought that, if Hell actually exists and if each Hellish experience is tailor-made to the individual sinner, my version would involve close proximity with Billy Mayes. You know who I’m talking about, the huckster on commercials/infomercials who yells, nay SCREAMS, at me to buy Oxyclean/Kaboom/500 lb-test hooks/absorbable cloth/you name it. Why does he have to yell at me? I never did anything wrong to him; I bought his Kaboom. Why won’t he leave me alone?!
My current flu-that-won’t-leave reminds me of this guy. It’s a little Hell on Earth, perhaps a warm-up (pardon the pun) for what’s to come. Just when I think it’s over me and has decided to move its germs elsewhere, it insidiously sneaks back, at night, when I am trying to do that inconvenient but necessary sleep thing. It sees my horizontal form and pounces like Tigger’s doppelganger until I cough and cough (and cough) until the next thing I know I’ve chugged the remaining Nyquil and gone through ¾ of a bag of cough drops.
Please make it go away. And if there is any true good left in the world, make Billy go away, too.
Despite all this, I did make it to the RVHA 10th Anniversary Picnic on Saturday. I promised to help man the booth (we raffled lots of good stuff) and I don’t like to let the Well-Deserved Girls’ Group down. Plus, the picnic is always great fun. The food is good, the company better, and the entertainment is top-rate.
Here is my friend Mo playing jump rope with an equine friend and Elaine. It’s always good to see Mo kick up her heels a bit. She works too hard and is very responsible unlike yours truly.
Her hubby John (who she recently beat in a reining competition; chalk one up for the women) kicked back with a certain handsome man I know, John’s brother Rocco (Cowboy U viewers might recognize him as the host), and a new friend whose name I am sorry to say I can’t remember. She was very nice and patient and took the Pint around the trail 10,000 and one times, hence her posture.
A good time was had by all, making my rare moment of toughing it out well worth it. Don’t expect it to happen again anytime too soon; I have to keep my inner wimp close at hand. She’s been with me for 45 years now and I have to let her down gently. She will be leaving soon enough though, of that I am convinced.