"Not really," I said.
"DAMMIT!" Lola shouted. "I wasn't done with my thing." She stomped off, unconsoled by my saying, "Well, I do still have a sinus headache, and my nose is still runny."
I sneaked a look at Lola's "thing", a piece of paper she had brought home from kindergarten and had been very secretive about the day before. It was labeled "Mommy Newspaper." In the center there was a very flattering drawing of me beaming a happy smile, in a black t-shirt and my old green skirt. Under this it said in very small letters, "Lola's Mother." Written along the sides of the pictures was the newspaper's article:
We all know that tiny Lola's mother is very sick. We have trid everything but she stays sick. We hope she dos'ent die of illnes. So very much we hope only for her.
This has me busting up! I developed a cough and chest cold over the weekend, and my boys have been asking if I'll live.
i'm relieved to read this, i'm on cold number 3. the weather has been really changeable on the east coast. this is the least serious one i've had, but i'm coughing a lot and am congested. sudafed helps, but mucinex has done very little. ugh!
ooo... you have a newspaper!
you're like the NYT without the declining readership!
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