Owie, owie, owie. I want my momma.
Woke up feeling like I am swallowing glass. I have managed to avoid all the sickness around me ~ in the office, in my house, through the shopping season. Ugh.
Please, please, please lord tell me I don't have strep. I will bawl. And be extremely needy of hubs, which I'm sure he loves being that typically I'm extremely independent.
Thanks for the hot green tea last night, hubs. You do take good care of me when I'm sick! Can you come home now, please?