The Flu. Blech. Ptooie. Sneeze, cough, pass out. Nuff said.
The cellmate was off work Mon-Wed due to a loss in her family. (a brother she'd seen/spoken to once in 10 years but, no doubt, loved dearly)
Thursday came and I finally was able to take my flu and go home. I stayed in bed Friday, Saturday and most of Sunday. I completely forgot little Riley's birthday on 2/17 but his mother, God bless her, called to remind me. THANK YOU! and shame on me.
Happy fourth birthday little man. I love you.
2 comments:
Is he taken already? I want him! What a cute boy - just begging for a birthday hug. Something about a man in a tux... no matter how small LOL!!
Hope you are feeling better Agnes - we sure feel awful when the flu hits. I heard Journey's "Lights" today and thought of you.
Cute...very cute!
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