Last week I had a baby cold. It never caused me to call in sick, but I did work from home one day. By the weekend I felt better. But then last night, I got the mommy [or daddy] cold… the grow-up cold. I was fine, and then an hour later I was feeling suspiciously borderline crappy, and an hour after that I was sick. I hate that. I feel bad because, while still feeling good, I was over at my cousin Kirsten’s house, playing with the baby. I was all over that baby. Blowing raspberries on him, pretending to eat his tummy, kissing his baby face, and the whole time, unbeknownst to me, I was incubating sick. I was borderline crappy driving home, and an hour after getting home, I was aware I have cold.
I’m bummed out! I hate being sick. And I really hope I didn’t get my cousin’phew sick!
Ok, I am posting a song for Chris, because it’s one of our favorite movies, Philadelphia Story, and I told him I would post it. I love this song. I think it’s very sweet.