There’s been a constant chorus of nose blowing in our house.
And coughing. Hacking up lungs and whatnot.
Nose-blowing and coughing and lungs. Intermittently.
For days. And days.
It hit me hard last week.
Unexpectedly.
Which explains my unannounced absence.
I would have loved to have posted. But I was laid up on the couch with a fever (101.5 thankyouverymuch)–convinced I had pneumonia (which I or may not have used as a guilt trip against my husband so I’m unwilling to admit now that maybe I didn’t actually have pneumonia. Because I did. Totally pneumonia. That just so happened to go away on its own).
Movingrightalong.
Things have taken a turn for the better.
There was a date at the Cheesecake Factory.
A trip to the movies with my girls to see Dear John.
And a whole lotta sitting by the fire, reading. As the rain fell down, down, down.
The Cheesecake Factory didn’t do much for me. (I think our locally owned restaurants have spoiled me forever).
The movie was quite good, in a chick flick, sappy sort of way.
And I’ll let you know about the book when I finish it.
But don’t let me do all the talking.
Did you see any good movies this weekend? Read any good books? Try any new recipes? Do tell.
