under the weather

Hello and good morning. I think I'm getting the morbis.

The Collary morbis? Yep. That one. Straight from my Grandpa's mouth.

Eww…

My grandfather, like most grandfathers, was an amazing man. He used so many uncommon phrases, "Tougher than boiled owl" "Finer than Frogs hair" "nether-neither" "schmear case" and when one got sick, "Collary Morbis". (he also liked to tell dirty limericks to his grandsons, most of which I never learned because they were said in the proximity of my grandma – who would cut him off before the good parts)

"So what, you might say, old men are awesome. They teach you the importance of jumping over brooms, dowsing and republican values. Besides, collary morbis doesn't exist, it's just a made up word like andrewvinegararcha(nd)(m)ahalfmalatmalutmelinioapennyahootahootofbrassnipnapclipclapwilliam."

For the most part I'd agree with you… until I started to study the presidents. Zachery Taylor died of… the Cholera Morbis. Not actually Cholera, the CM was more like an extreme form of the flu, or better yet food poisoning. I was so excited to find that out, I did a jig.

It flips my switches when things that aren't supposed to be real suddenly turn out to be so. It makes the world a bit brighter and spookier place.

In closing, I don't actually have the collary morbis, my food last night was poison-free, though most defiantly tasty. I do however feel a bit under the weather and will follow my advice of my grandma's, "you're sick? Drink lots of fluids, dear. And for pete's sake, stop dipping that cheese sandwich into your Tomato soup! That's disgusting!"

Sniffles!