A passionate wife and her geeky husband discuss life as it happens.
Monday, January 14, 2008
When I was a kid, I remember hating Robitussin. I haven't had it at least since I left Waldo, until last night. Jim, always trying to take care of me, came home with Tussin (the fake robitussin) and pulp filled orange juice (which he doesn't enjoy and I love). They haven't changed the taste - but it works, hence why everyone knows what it tastes like. Here is a hint - have a bit of chocolate pudding after drinking the Tussin - it makes it less icky.