Saturday, October 21, 2006

Is Vic there?

I love it when stuff from the Old Country comes up trumps. Last night junior suddenly woke up with a hearty cough, and just wouldn't settle. Nothing worked. Then "BING!", I remembered the Vicks Vaporub the ancestors had brought over with them last year. There I was, explaining that Daddy grew up on the stuff, five minutes later he was snoring his little head off. Sound as a bloody pound. Though a little stinky.