Good grief. All day we’ve just been drinking and drinking and drinking – coffee, regular tea, Tang tea, orange juice, repeat as needed. If a gallon of water weighs eight pounds, I think I’ve gained sixteen pounds. I’ve got the stuffy head and Lloyd has the cough. Together we’re an unbeatable team. Good night.
Lauren's mom says
Maybe you two should turn the heat up for awhile, -- until you feel better.
Like maybe 75°?
Brad says
I’ve heard that sleeping with bread dough is good for a cold. Maybe you should make a couple of batches and hug them tonight.
Karla says
But line your sheets with wax paper otherwise you’ll have quite a mess. I’m just sayin’…
Jill says
Hooray for hot tea and honey. And Theraflu. And Tylenol. Can you tell we’re all sick too??
Peggy says
Good Night … sleep tight … don’t let the bread bugs bite!
Beth says
Bread bugs. Heh. I just saw that.
Annette says
Please be better by Monday! I can’t slack well when you aren’t there