I told you I was sick!

You probably have heard that joke, or statement that  B.P. Roberts had put on their head stone.

A couple days ago my nose started running, and I cannot catch it.  It is driving me nuts. I drank a bottle of something for allergies and slowed it down.  Then in the medicine cabinet I found some little pills that said for sneezing and runny nose ALLERGY RELIEF. With a warning, “Take only one in a 24 hr period” It worked, but after 14 hours, there it was again.

Of course I am like most folk, that warning is not for me, So I took another. I didn’t feel sick, I took my temp and I was the same as most animals, maybe a little less. I said to my Sherry, “I must be sick, remember when you bury me, I said I was sick.”

“Well I hope it isn’t this week,” she said.

“Me too,” I said, “I don’t feel like attending a funeral with my nose running.”  Besides they haven’t finished my head stone yet.  This is the design:

Boot Hill in Deadwood, Dodge City and Tombstone had some interesting headstones:

Speaking of headstones, many have made headlines such as these:

I guess I am not ready for the ground, in reality, as I said a couple entries ago, One never knows.

I think the pill makes my head feel funny but it does stop my ‘sore’ nose from running.

Thanks for listening to my tale of woe!

Nite Shipslog

And then the worst:

 

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Staying Morbid…….. Hearses over the years.