Sick

I wish I could post that we are outside frolicking in this 60 degree weather.
But we are not.
Hollis is sick.
I think she has gone through 199 Kleenex's today already.
I have two dinners to bake for new Mamas this week so I had to take her to the store to get some things.
Halfway through, she tells me

"my nose is ready to go home."

Who can argue with that?
So, if you need us, we are here. On the couch. Watching I Love Lucy.

And admiring Hollis' new non-politically correct  gun she picked out at the dollar store.