If You Could See Me Now

You won’t be, but if you could.  I’m scary.  Stuffed up nose, sore throat, pressure – oh my dear Lord, the pressure. It’s behind the bridge of my nose.  I want to go back to bed but Christiano is not in the mood for a nap.  Well, he was, but the girls woke him up.  My nose is raw from blowing it.  Doesn’t matter what kind of tissue I use – though Angel Soft toilet paper seems to be the best so far.  There’s no way I’m posting a picture of how pretty I look right now.