Coughing 101
I have a bad cough.
It starts up pretty much the second I lie down or sit at anything other than a perfect 90° angle. At times like this, I remember when my sister1 taught me how to cough.
"Enough of this wimpy coughing," she said to me when I was sick at a young age. "I'm not letting you take any Robitussin until you show me you can cough correctly."
She sat me down and started the lesson.
"It's cough-a-cough. Every cough should sound like that. Now do it with me: cough-a-cough."
As the years went by, I thought I had mastered the art of coughing. Until the other night when Marnie told me, "Ugh, enough of this wimpy coughing."
Uh-oh.
1For those keeping track, this is the same sister who once, while babysitting me, broke a yardstick over my head. I may or may not have egged her on by daring her to do such a thing — I really don't remember. In fact, my memory of that evening is somewhat hazy for some reason...
4 comments:
what's funny about this is that, while I have no recollection of your fake story whatsoever...it's totally something I would say. sorry you have a cold, though.
Fake story?!!!
When I was your age, I had 43 colds under my belt, and I had to do it without cough-a-cough.
I would have killed for cough-a-cough!
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