It's official. I'm sick, sick, sick. I caught the cold or whatever it was that Michael and my mom have had. I have trouble breathing, my throat hurts, I'm achy, and my head hurts. I just want to lay here. Thankfully, it's Sunday and I can. The boys are upstairs watching a show in the home theater while Scott plays WOW in his office. I'm downstairs on the couch watching TIVO'd shows.
I hope I kick this soon. Cooking for Thanksgiving would SUCK like this.