This one Isn’t my Mom, more like my Grandmother, although it’s possible Mom says it too. It’s hard to say since we don’t use Vapo Rub anymore… once upon a time though it was called Vapid Rub.
Of course, I didn’t know then that Vapid meant what it does. Without spirit or liveliness… although being sick does tend to do that to you. Who in their right mind would ever want something that would cause this though. I suppose at least one person had way, way, way to uch Vapid Rub used on them as a child…
Be careful when using things like Vapid Rub…. 🙂
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