And the freaking cold from Hell continues in the Lawrence family. Jeremiah is crusty. Pete has a very sore throat making his already quiet speaking voice just about non-existent. My head is surprisingly still attached to my body...I was sure it was going to blow off earlier today. My ears are still way cloudy despite both an over the counter and a script of drops. Between his quiet voice and my deafness...we are a pair. He's sitting right near me but when he wants to say something, he sends me a message on Facebook...that way he doesn't strain his sore throat and I will understand him the first time.

Laundry, dinner and dishes done today. Not bad for being a sick puppy.

Michelle