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“Alex, stop it with the crack.” [Sarah after I freaked out and thought her whooshy Stargate screensaver was The Ring.]

Which is a perfect way to start out this post.

So Sarah got MacGyver dvds. After being hijacked by Dr Gray to go watch “The Merchant of Venice” at the Capri [is it bad that I hated all the characters except the bad guy, and his inevitable downfall nearly made me sob into George’s shoulder?], we watched the MacGyver pilot. I’ve been having some issues with my lungs, so I had a cough drop. Bad idea, apparently. I was either laughing or squeeing [or both] at something Baby!RDA said or did, and… I totally inhaled it. So I choked for about five minutes. Finally I stopped hacking, and we went on with the show. Then the burning started. I had somehow managed to [after choking on it] get the cough drop into my sinuses.

I thought my nose was going to burn off. And for the finale… I blew my nose, and… not to be too, you know, ew… but… out came the cough drop. Ow ow owie ow. And ew. And hee.

Mmm… Ricola. [Ew.]