sicksicksicksick, a throat so sore I thought I –must- have had a cup of broken glass when I wasn’t looking. Thankfully the only remains of that sore throat is my voice – if you’ve talked to me today you’d have noticed I sound like a man – no a prepubescent lad on the cracking cusp of adulthood. A far improvement from the glass guzzling, let me tell you. But while I had that sore throat, I must have had three boxes of Vic’s lemon throat drops. I probably had an extra box when I probably shouldn't have – oh lemony deliciousness!
I’m not quite ready to let the lemon go.
But since I can’t just keep sucking back Vic’s and posing as a sick person, I’ll gladly make due with Lemon Spice Black tea. The same lemon deliciousness, but without the requirement of a sore throat or even puberty!
The hot is under the tea cozy, the cold is cooling in the fridge, and I may or may not be cracking open another box of Vics.
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