No, not as in "Boy, it's _____," but "I've got a mother of a _____."
Lordy, I suck at this.
You'd think that any excuse to sit on the sofa (or in bed), tucked up with a warming beverage and a solicitous man at my beck and call to bring me things, plus the perfect excuse to do nothing but knit all day would be a GOOD thing, right?
But NOOOO - since I was lucky enough to inherit my father's iron constitution, the ONE cold I get a year turns me into a snively, grumpy weasel of a person.
Ungrateful wretch that I am...
I'm off to guzzle more cold meds and save my strength for my Churchmouse knitting circle day tomorrow.