Will the saga ever end? So let me start with part two and a half. Last night, after I finished typing my last post, I had to take my daughter to the dance studio for a dress rehearsal (she couldn't miss that practice!). I walked in the studio and immediately saw one of my friends.
"Sherry, are you okay?"
"Um, no. I have a really bad cold or something."
"Are you taking anything?"
"Nyquil."
"That stuff doesn't work. Try this." She reached into her purse and pulled out a packet of Theraflu. (It's great to have friends who are walking medicine cabinets!)
I took the Theraflu when I got home. It did work better than Nyquil, but unfortunately the effect didn't last. The next morning (this morning) I was feeling pretty awful again. And guess what day it was? Performance day!
"Honey," I asked my husband, "Would you please take our daughter to her performance?"
He agreed. So my daughter got herself ready, and applied her makeup the best she could. The two made their way to the location of the performance.
Here was the news when they returned home: "Mom, I forgot my tap shoes."
"What?"
"Yeah, I had to wear my teacher's shoes."
"Good thing you have big feet," I thought.
"And my teacher told me I was a mess. You know what I said?"
"What?"
"When Mama's sick, everything's a mess!"
Ain't that the truth!
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