Known as “the nighttime sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever, so you can rest medicine,” Nyquil is going on week numero dos as being my personal bottle of the week.

I used to be a competitive swimmer… a pretty decent one actually. And my coach was one of those coaches who had a nickname for everyone. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t one of those lame ass coaches who tries to befriend you by giving you a stupid nickname like, “sporto” or “hoss” (if he had named me “hoss,” I would’ve junk punched him.)

Anyway, given that my name is Nicole, my swim coach named me Nyquil. That was my nickname for the many years that Mike coached me, yelled at me to kick harder, wrapped my fingers together with rubber bands in order for me to keep from spread-eagling the palms of my hands, which I instinctively did for some odd reason. (I know this makes absolutely no sense to non-swimmers, but basically keeping your fingers together and your hand as tight as possible allows you to flick up more water as you stroke, thus propelling you to swim faster.) Usually we had paddles to strap to our hands to accomplish this, but Mike liked to torture me with rubber bands wrapped around my fingers. He was that kind of coach… the kind who found your weakness, your quirks and helped you tweak them to make you a better athlete, to make you excel.

So, what does this rant have to do with Nyquil… absolutely nothing.

Except that Nyquil has been my bottle of the week and will continue to be until I am over this horrific bitch of a cold and can go back to excelling at being a mom… BWAHAHAHA!!!!

Obviously this stuff has already gone to my head.

Cheers! Nic

Comments or suggestions? Have your own “bottle of the week” to share? Shoot me an email: mybottlesup@gmail.com