3-second abs

Mr. Man bought lozenges for my sore throat. He insisted I bring a bag of them to the office to help provide relief throughout the day. Isn't he thoughtful?

Of course, I would much rather fill myself with tea but then half my day would be spent in the loo so I suppose there's some merit to his offering. But these lozenges are nasty. Let me say that again. Na-sty. They're that foul, lemony medicinal flavour that makes me feel like every time I speak a nearby plant may collapse from the fumes. Ugh.

Come to think of it, the smell is not unlike that other unholy lemon-scented dishwashing soap that I can't stand. It's just so unnatural. Funny because I love lemons and sour things, but these days I much prefer the scent of green apple. Ah, fruit... but I digress.

These lozenges are so strong that I'd almost prefer to keep coughing. In fact, I think my abs are starting to firm up from all the extra involuntary muscle contractions.

Did you know coughing involves the abs, ribs and diaphragm? And how many coughs does it take to get a six pack these days? Hm. Something to consider.