My kids played legos and ate all the cookies today while I wallowed in my snotly unwellness. My sinuses hurt, ok? and I can only breathe stertorously through my mouth. I am pathetic. My neck hurts. Perhaps I have meningitis. Or TB. The inner edge of my right nostril is chapped and scabby. I look as bad as I feel. So I could only be grateful that the little darlings were not fighting. A few cookies seemed like a small price to pay for peace.
The Man Who Lives In My House is most vexed to find that there are no cookies.
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