I have been laid very, very low with the flu this week. ALWAYS choose a cold over the flu if you have a choice, is my take on the matter, though there's never any choice. Of all the non-deathly ills, the flu is the worst.
I caught it from my neighbors' adorable one-year-old. She has gone on to take down a good chunk of her extended family. A regular Ghengis Khan of cuteness. Her parents (who remain healthy through it all) delivered the following along with orange juice and contrition:
These over-the-top blooms are pretty much the only things that have made me smile for several days. I can't help but grin every time I look at them. The Liberace of daisy bouquets.
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