Boo.

I'm a sicky.

I sound (and feel) like I've been smoking for 50 years. Not good.

J is out of town, High School Bros. are busy and Daddy is at is classical music night class.

I think this means watch a chick flick with mom and a big bowl of hot soup.

It also reminds me of the last time I was sick. Senior year. And there were all these sweet ladies checking up on me. I miss them.

Des brought me soup from the deli because canned soup wasn't good enough and reading material...the complete Beatrix Potter. Love.

In the mean time here is a bit of humor.

(how you know that a family member is a doctor...
a hemostat clamp keeps the brown sugar bag closed)