Ingrid is still sick. She feels like dirt, in fact she mentioned that she feels like a cow's butt smells. I did not make that up. But she did tell me this:
Me: How are you feeling?
Ingrid: Not good.
Me: Can I do anything?
Ingrid: My nose, my nose!
Me: Yeah honey, your nose is running.
Ingrid: It's running fast! I can't catch it.
Me: Ya know what, you are absolutely right.
Ingrid: I know, but that doesn't help me.
She is a smart cookie.
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