It’s cold. It’s windy. It’s snowing. But there’s a possum in the alley and Millie is determined that it should not be there . . . so she wants to go out every five minutes to give the possum a piece of her mind . . .
That girl is going to be the death of me yet . . .
Poor Prince Charming has had a really hard time with this cold/sinus infection/whatever it is he’s got. Stuffy nose that suddenly runs like a faucet. He’s used a ton of Kleenex . . . I wish I had stock in the company! Stuffy head complete with pounding headache.
I’ve been trying to take care of him. Make sure he’s got the meds he needs. Make sure his favorite comfort foods are here in the house. Cooking supper and gently reminding him that he needs to eat even if he doesn’t feel like it. Making sure he gets enough rest. Trying to keep the doggies quiet so they don’t wake him up.
You know, the whole good girlfriend routine.
And my payment for such good care . . .
I think I have his germs!