To celebrate the last day of school, one of my daughter's friends hosted a sleepover, where she gave them all a little present: a particularly virulent summer cold.
I'm not sure the hostess gave it to her; Megan tells me that ALL the girls were complaining of sore throats and sniffles that night. But it is definitely the gift that keeps on giving. By Saturday night, I was feeling flu-ish, too.
And so Father's Day saw my husband taking care of us... and we are spending these first days of summer parked in front of the television, with tissues and cold medication at hand.
I have a meeting to attend tomorrow, and am doing all I can to recharge my batteries. I'm at the stage where my voice is starting to take on a sexy, husky quality... I'm praying it stays that way until after my meeting, but with my luck it will be replaced with a painful-sounding raspy cough.
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