I heard it was all around me. And I believed it. I didn't need personal proof.
I do believe that I've caught a sore throat. (Do you actually catch a sore throat? Like a cold? Maybe develop a sore throat. It's way too late for me to be coherent.)
My loving husband went right online as soon as the
I was skeptical. The ingredients didn't seem to go together at all. But I mixed the 1/4 cup of honey and 1/4 cup of vinegar anyway. I'm supposed to take 1 Tbs six times a day. Think it'll work? I am hopeful. Skeptical, but hopeful.
He promised he wasn't yanking my chain. Twice. And after I threatened to make his elbows meet behind his back if he was setting me up. (Yeah, like I could actually pull that off. It was a fun discussion though . . . and relatively G rated.)
Oh, the faith I have in this man knows no bounds.
But, I digress . . . rapidly. As is my wont.
The taste: incredibly squeaky. But I chugged it amidst gags and laughter behind hands.
And then there was my reaction. Actually, my reaction was much the same. So, we'll see. I am guessing that you will be on the edge of your proverbial seats waiting to hear the next installment of The Squeaky Solution To Sore Throats Saga.
Do you have any tried and true cures for sore throats? Love to hear 'em. Especially if my husband's elbows suddenly decide to reacquaint themselves in a heretofore impossible position.
Until then, dear reader, good health and God Bless.