Woe to you wretched cougher who chose to spread her germs all over the Taco Bell bathroom. May you cough and cough til you can cough no more. You wretched excuse for humanity that you germinate all over my son and me. And now I lay in bed, toss and turn, listen to Wondertwin cough like a banshee while I too hack and hack. Meanwhile, Hubby is sleeping soundly in the guestroom.
Woe to you wretched cougher. Woe to you.
PS. I've been studying the book of Isaiah this Summer and I'm quite inspired by all the Woes. When was the last time you heard a woe?