I thought that this one year I was going to get away with it – uhuh.
Those pesky germs have found my house – and me.
Luckily it is Sunday – so I am curling up in bed with the WWW and maybe a DVD.
I am going to snuggle with Chevvy, and Charlie,
(who BTW has something weird going on with his tail – it looks almost dislocated. It’s not, but he has a sore back, so is on anti-inflammatories)
who are hunkering down inside for the day with their sneezing, eyes watering, snotty nosed Mum, while the wind blows.
Jack is of course being Jack, and nose in the air, is avoiding the sick room at all costs.
I’m off in search of the Vicks,
and The Postman – Kevin always makes me feel better.
After that it might be time to watch a little of TBs…
Yep – season 1 it is…
All 22 episodes – if you haven’t heard from me by next Friday…
Thought I’d throw in one more for the heck of it – hell, I’m delirious here.