I woke up this morning to get ready for church, and Tiger is nasty sick. He came into my room around 8:30pm last night and tried to curl up with me. I gave him two teaspoons of tussin and put him to bed. This morning I woke up around 7am and I can hear him coughing; he sounds like a barking seal. I went into his room and when I cracked open the door, he cried out "Oh Mom, please let me keep sleeping!" I touched his forehead and he's burning up; I'm guessing between 100-101 fever. Then I walk over to Bucket and he's sleeping on the couch (his usual) and he is shivering. I check his head; the same. Probably less than Tiger, I'm guessing a 99-100 fever. I grab another blanket and cover him up. Then I check on Missy; she feels fine, but her kitten kept playing on her head all night and she's exhausted. So I take the kitten, and shut her door. Now the kitten is driving me crazy, instead. So, it appears I am staying home from church. I am making coffee, and will read my Bible instead. I said just a few days ago that I miss being in the Word, and I guess I now have the opportunity to get cozy and dive right in.
Oh. I cut my hair. Again. But this time, I did it myself!
|I have bangs!|
|Look, I eat salad!|