And maybe tomorrow I'll be up to doing more than sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. In the meantime... something prettier to contemplate than my aches and pains:
T and D went to the local town festival with their Poppy and parents on Sunday while I moaned and groaned and coughed in solitary splendor. The pic above is a sample of the beautiful face painting they did on T's face.
This is a pic of D. She was so enamored with the painting that she cried when she had to take her shower and wash it off. I can't say that I blamed her. Her mamma talked to the ladies that had the booth. They told her they do children's parties. What a cool idea.