I’ve got a bad case of the ickies.
Note that this is not quite severe enough to say that I’m really, truly sick. But I’m ick. Hence, the ickies.
Sore throat.
Horrendous cough.
And I think I slept about 42 of the 48 hours last weekend.
But there is no real rest for a Gallagher Girl…especially one on a deadline.
later gators,
Ally