I am writing this from my bed where I have been sequestered for the last gazillion hours.
I have the flu.
Chills, aches, pains, crying, sad flu.
Death would be a relief.
I cannot even remember the last time i had the flu.
My boys are taking great care of me, so not to worry.
Finnigan is especially cute as he totally mimics the way I take care of him.
(Apparently I am very sweet and helpful.)
I'll catch you in a few, y'all.