’tis National Talk Like A Pirate Day! I looked all o’er t’ find a good translator ‘n I found th’ best one on pirate.monkeyness.com. I find that when I try t’ natter like a pirate, I end up speakin’ in a really bad Jamaican accent. I be goin’ t’ keep this short ’cause I be already annoyin’ meself wit’ all o’ th’ apostrophes.
Last night when I went t’ bed, me nose was all stuffed up ‘n I was feelin’ bad…nah jus’ sluggish, but I felt like complete Davy Jones’ locker. Rory has had a cold since Sunday night ‘n ’twas clear he had passed it on t’ me. I dosed meself wit’ some Nyquil ‘n went t’ bed. This mornin’ when I woke up, I didn’ feel much better, but had t’ get th’ sprogs t’ school ‘n ’tis me runnin’ day.
A while back I posted that th’ cure fer a hangover was runnin’. I ‘ave now discovered that it also cures th’ common cold. I really didn’ feel like runnin’ ‘n th’ first mile was more than hard, but then it started gettin’ easier ‘n while I only ran 4 o’ me scheduled nigh-on two leagues, I chalked that up as a win.
One slightly disturbin’ thin’ about this, though. I was lootin’ a shower afterwards ‘n I lost some time. I be nah sure how much – maybe jus’ a minute or two, but thar was a definite lapse in time. It kind o’ felt like I fell asleep standin’ up. I didn’ pass out or feel dizzy, jus’ nah really conscious. Oh well. If ye be in th’ medical profession ‘n that’s a sign o’ somethin’ serious, let me know, but I be pretty sure I be OK.
Alright, enough o’ this. Happy Pirate Day!
I’n meself we tried runnin’ on dat dar treadmill lately but it tore up me bad knee sompin awful. Yer mighty lucky ye can hit the road ‘n’ only lapse in consciousness ‘n’ not lose ligaments. ‘N now to check on ye wee tots, Cannoball Mbot ‘n’ his first mate, the Cacklin’ G.
PS: NICE pirate language. I doubt’n I could keep her up fer a whole post!
Way to follow through with the pirate speak in the comments! Impressive! I think this will go down as the most annoying post for me…ever.