head cold fog

Both Mr. W and I are suffering from a head cold. Mouth-breathing, sinus pressure and exhaustion have decided to camp out at our house this week.

Which is great, considering we're hosting a New Year's party this evening.

By some stroke of luck, though, we decided to have a white trash new year's party in our garage, so, really, not much preparation is required.

We've got our keg of Milwaukee's Best Light chilling; I made my booze slush and it's on the back steps slushing up, and we bought myriad goodies to deep fry. That and the cardboard box pounder of ripple chips and top the tater will keep us happy.

I think I'm going to take my slush with a shot of robitussin. Mmmmm.

Anyway, I'm currently sitting at work trying (unsuccessfully) to get some stuff done. I just heard probably the funniest thing I've heard this month. The big boss man's secretary answered the phone and took a message for my secretary. The message related to serving a summons on a party in one of my cases. The party who we served has the last name Cox. Here's the quote:

"So ... Cox .... when did you serve her, Dick?"

Again, it must be the head cold fog because the use of the words cox and dick in the same sentence made be laugh so hard I started hacking like a 50-year smoker.

Or maybe I'm just a teenage boy.

So, anyway, for all you out there, have fun and be safe tonight, and may 2009 be your best year yet.