And They All Lived Happily Ever After

I have a cold and it is making me miserable. I have no desire to do much of anything except to snuggle under a blanket on my couch, watching episodes of ABC's Once Upon a Time, which; has been the inspiration for the following thoughts (although you could also blame the Nyquil. Your call):

-The seven dwarfs have got nothing on me; I am currently Sleepy, Sneezy, Grumpy and Dopey.

- I probably need to see a Doc but I am too Lazy (Lazy was a cousin dwarf. Really. Look it up).

- If I could just get over this cold, I would be Happy.

-Who the hell was the seventh dwarf? Oh, yes; Bashful. Yeah, that's never gonna happen.

-Hey, the Seven Dwarfs could ride Santa's reindeer with one left to spare. I bet they would eat it. Waste not, want not and all that.

-Spellcheck just informed me that Snow White's little friends were dwarfs, not dwarves.

-I completely wasted my parents' money on that English Degree.

-Prince Charming is hot.

-A glass coffin seems like a really bad idea.

-I left my tea in the kitchen and my throat is killing me; where are the Fairy Godmothers when you really need one?

-Mary Margaret Blanchard has a really unfortunate wardrobe.

-I could never wear a knit beanie on my head; I would look completely goofy.

-Wasn't Goofy a dwarf? No, wait, he was a dog. In a vest and pants.

-Walt Disney must have done drugs.

Speaking of which, it's time for more Nyquil.