Recovery

"Yea" for antibiotics. I'm one of those people who likes to deny that I'm sick. This time I gave up and went to the doctor and I'm very glad I did. No more bronchitis for Aleisha.

On that note, I'd like to mention that while I was laid up, I started reading "Tales From the 1001 Nights" for fun. I think "The Princess Bride" has convinced me that I need an adventure book to read whenever I'm sick. Anywhoo, I get to this story called "The Historic Fart". I giggled a little. Deep down, I'm a 5 year old boy. The adult part of me assumed that "fart" was probably something different in this context. Well, it wasn't. It was a story about a fart so huge that it was remembered for years. These stories are ancient and they almost all take place in Baghdad. I think it should be safe to say that the US and Iraq have more in common than we'd like to admit. Can't you imagine a bunch Al Queda sitting around, laughing at each other's farts? All boys are the same.