Friday, January 16, 2009

Death warmed over

that's how my Mother would describe my appearance right now. I'll be up to blogging once my head doesn't feel like it's going to explode in a mucus-y fallout. How come the kids get 24 hours of the sniffles, and I'm struck down like I stepped in front of a Mack truck?
Sniff & Whine,
Heather

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