The Dreaded Man-Cold....

Sorry to wimp out on everyone, but my feminine sensibilities have been overwhelmed by a man-cold. This is no garden variety sore throat and cough.... this one demands that I lie in bed and whine to my (imaginary) caretaker that I need soup. And more pillows. And maybe HBO. Just to get me through the morning! Usually when I get sick it is a merely a few days of running a little slower, complaining a bit about running out of cough medicine, and a renewed focus on using that damned netti pot. This time around, I've got splitting headaches from the overloaded sinuses and more mucus that B.O.B from Monsters and Aliens.

Yuck.

And on that note! Take a moment to vote for yours truly over at the Blogger's Choice Awards . I know there's not a chance of winning, but, oh, if you could feel me purr like a big, fat alley cat when my ego gets stroked like that. ~rawr~ The radiant and entertaining Ann from Ann's Rants was kind enough to put my blog in the hat over at their site.

Thanks, ya'll. I'm off to bed to try and sleep off this cold. See you tomorrow for Thousand Word Thursday.

xoxo
Amy