Sorry, Kittens, but I am going to bed with a big bottle of cough medicine, a large box of Kleenex and a good book. I’d blog more but it’s hard to see the screen through watery eyes, or write when I have to keep stopping every thirty seconds to blow my nose.
I know how you feel I have the same thing but how can you see to read?
You girls just aren’t living right. I feel perfectly fine. Knock, Knock, Knock.