Really? A summer cold?

Water, Kleenex, & Coca-Cola (Mexican, of course!).

The best we could do with a summer cold.

Why? Why? Just when we were getting the summer under way. And after nursing The Partner through four killer winter colds without catching a one. Now I get one?

Date night and he asks, "So what's on the mixology menu tonight?" You're kidding me, right?

"Nothing," says an ailing I.
A few moments later I'm served a sicky's cocktail -- a Mexican Coke on the rocks in a Waterford brandy snifter.

Perfect.  Please pass the Kleenex.