Chowder of Squalling Cats,

Over the last few years my husband and I have both been diagnosed with several different ailments, but one we have in common is lung problems. Hubby has COPD and I have Pulmonary Fibrosis.   When a cold or flu bug comes around we both seem to get sick at the same time.  And, heaven forbid we both get a cough.

Yesterday, as we were both trying to hack up a lung and passing around our communal bottle of cough syrup we got to discussing what our neighbors must think of the sounds they have to be hearing coming through our common wall.  

 Terms like “rusty rollercoaster”, “clowder of squalling cats” and “a broken firehouse siren”  were just a few of the sounds we tossed around.  But, the most obvious did not occur to us, apparently.  Today, hubby happen to overhear the two young men who live next door talking as they walked to their car.  One was asking the other if he had heard all those “fog horns”  going off last night.   

Yep, despite two trips to the doctor and taking antibiotics, Mucinex tablets, cough syrup and tiny cough pills (that look like Vitemin E) hubby and I have been having  a fog horn competition  all week.