A Brief Summary

Silver Lining

You know, when most people talk about bronchitis, they only point out the bad stuff (irreparable damage to those lung tubes, the sleepless nights, the endless coughing). But I, being the sunshine-y gal that I am, look forward to a good old-fashioned visit to the Bronx, as I like to call it. The reason for my optimism is this - after about 24 hours of non-stop coughing, I have developed a set of wicked six-pack abs. For serious. You could grate cheese on these bad boys. My abs could cure world hunger, is all I’m saying.

So thanks, bronchitis. No really. Thank you.