While visiting Pigeon Forge, TN for our 1-year anniversary this past weekend, I was reminded of my fondness for what I lovingly refer to as my childhood crack--delicious, grape-flavored Dimetapp. That stuff is the BEST! I would feign illnesses just to get a sip of that luscious juice. If only I could still find it!
As Dave can attest, adult cold/flu medicines tend to make me--shall we say--a heavy bit on the dopey/can't-wake-up-for-anything side. And they don't taste anywhere near as good as my beloved Dimetapp. Although getting a good 8-10 hours of the deepest sleep there is, save death, is an upside, the residual hangover that lasts for the next 14 hours is a bit of a downer.
O Dimetapp, where art thou?
As Dave can attest, adult cold/flu medicines tend to make me--shall we say--a heavy bit on the dopey/can't-wake-up-for-anything side. And they don't taste anywhere near as good as my beloved Dimetapp. Although getting a good 8-10 hours of the deepest sleep there is, save death, is an upside, the residual hangover that lasts for the next 14 hours is a bit of a downer.
O Dimetapp, where art thou?
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