"Guten Morgen..."

...I said to the nurse at my doctor's office when I called this morning.

TBF: Ich bin TBF, und ich benutze Nasonex Nasenspray für meine Allergien. Ich fliege morgen vormitag nach Chicago, und habe ich heute bemerkt das mein Nasonex leer ist. Haben sie Nasonex bei ihren Büro, oder muss ich diese Medizin bestellen?

Nurse: Was ist ihre Nachname?

TBF: F

Nurse: Was ist ihre Vorname?

TBF: T

Nurse: Yes, vee haff dee medizeen here in dee offees. You may peek eet up at any time.

TBF: Do you close for lunch?

Nurse: No, vee remain open.

TBF: Thanks. I'll pick up the medicine early this afternoon.


Why the heck did I bother with two years of German lessons?

I could have saved the money and bought a new watch instead!

It's Always Something...

Mrs. TBF and I are pretty healthy people, but lately we've been sick...A LOT!

We both had the flu a few weeks back, and then we both had the flu - again - a couple of weeks later. Last week, I woke up on Wednesday with a scratchy throat that developed into a cough, congestion, and post-nasal drip (...nice thing about a cold: you never go hungry!). As soon as I started feeling better, Mrs. TBF came down with my cold...but worse (...sorry!).

Spring has finally sprung, and it is our hope that the better weather (yesterday was a 5!) will bring an end to our ills. Of course, the annual allergy problems will flare up in the not too distant future, and I'll have to deal with that, but first...

I've got to deal with this damn stigmata that flared up yesterday!