My posts have been few and far between these last few weeks. I didn’t think you needed a series of long whiny posts about the amount of snot and phlegm being expelled from my body. The good news is that after an entire month of hacking pieces of lung, my cough seems to be waning. The bad news is Spencer is now joining me in my suffering.
On the upside, we should empty at least one more tissue box before my Brownie meeting on Tuesday. We’re making guitars!
Another tissue box – I call that progress!
I miss those good ol’ Girl Scout days . . .