No, it isn't these two's publicity seeking faux-mance and faux wedding...
(Yes. They are "volunteering" at Taco Bell to fight hunger. Seriously.)
Can you tell that I just watched the season finale of The Hills?
I have a nasty cold and my first line of attack is always garlic.
Stinky, potent, pungent garlic to fight the germs.
Call me crazy, but in college when I had no health insurance, a pre- med student (who probably dropped out and became a personal trainer) gave me advice (not sure if it is medical or not) that has worked miracles for me since.
Med school guy: "Dude, just go over to the bagel shop, get a garlic bagel with garlic cream cheese and you'll feel it kicking the @#%& out of the bacteria."
Me: "Um, thanks.... dude..... I will give it a try... I think."
Because doctors always call girls "dude" and cuss unnecessarily.
I strangely took his advice. A $3 bagel sounded like an easier investment than a pricey doctor's visit.
Besides, I love garlic. It involves no suffering on my behalf. I could eat it every day. He might as well prescribed ice cream. Jason on the other hand feels differently. He hates it.
All winter I have been fighting colds and eating garlic bagels. He has been silently (or not so silently) suffering. But today while I slept in, he went to the bagel shop and brought home a bag of stinky bagels and garlic cream cheese. (Although immediately upon returning he double ziploc bagged them and put them in the living room.) He really, really loves me. But that doesn't mean he wants to get too close to me either.
To make me even more cuddly, my ears hurt like crazy, so what do I reach for? Garlic oil. It is magical. Instant relief. I even use it on the girls. Nothing like a toddler who smells like an Italian restaurant. So I might sleep on the couch in all of my garlic glory, but at least I know that I will wake up a little bit healthier.
Maybe I should light some candles.