I Can't, I'm sick

I was talking to Bob last night and he said Donna was sick. He told me about Teresa having made some chicken noodle soup and trying to get Donna to come eat it, Donna's response, I can't, I'm sick. So I decided I'm going with that too.

I can't, I'm sick.

I finished the Pirate Princess cake for my friend's daughter, after staying up all night and driving to Park City to set it up and finish it. I figure it took me 30 hours-ish to do the cake. But staying up all night was not a good thing.

I've got some kind of cold or something now--I suppose it is only fair as the weather was trying hard to give us our first snow in the valley. It only makes sense I come down with something. That and we turned the heat on, so that first few times the heater kicks on, it always wreaks havoc on me and my sinuses.

So here I sit, trying not to fall over, cause my ear hurts, popping my ears, and trying not to gag on whatever is draining from my sinuses down the back of my throat.

In the meantime, I think I'll go back to bed. I think it will make me feel better, although at some point I'll have to wash some of James' work clothes, as well as the whites. Oh, that reminds me, I think I have towels in the washer, hope they aren't mildewy, I guess I'll have to run them through again.

For you in the meantime, check out the latest cakes on the Sweet Sue Honey B blog.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, Donna did eat her soup, and then she asked her daddy what he was eating (he was actually cutting up his antelope). He told her he was eating meatballs and held out a piece to her, at which point she again said, I can't, I'm sick. But when he took a bite from his cookie, she said, oooh cookie.

Until next time...