The Patriots are playing Houston. And my family is all gathered at Amanda's for a Pat's Party. Big Jimmy and I were heading over to join them, when my better judgement got the best of me. Why was I going? Did I want to chance giving all of those little children the cold that I have?
I could put on the face mask that was in the car, and, I have been doctoring myself, but...
we could turn around and I wouldn't need to worry.
That's what we did. Big J, with his cold almost gone, dropped me at home promising to bring me party food.
Meanwhile, a bowl of Grandma's penicillin, a cure for the common cold, chicken soup was what I wanted...
Downton Abbey!
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