But. Sore. Throat. Be. Gone. You are laying me low. I have two responsibilities in life: caring for my children and eating. I can't talk or swallow. This stupid sore throat has rendered me useless. And after three days it is getting old, too. And the pain--oh the pain that no medicine can touch.
Okay, that's all the complaining I'm going to do. Oh wait, one more, I'm going to be a terrible hostess to my lovely guests this week. That makes me sad.